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Updated: September 14, 2025
Petrushka put the steps in their place which was where the wood ended and made fast the floating raft to them. Not far from the bank the ground was marshy and the spot was suspected by some people of being haunted by malaria. It was a still, sultry day. The river was like oil, the sky clouded but not entirely overclouded, and among the high banks of grey cloud there were patches of blue.
And the old man departed, leaving Chichikov plunged in thought. Once more had the gravity of life begun to loom large before him. "Yes, Murazov was right," he said to himself. "It is time that I were moving." Leaving the prison a warder carrying his effects in his wake he found Selifan and Petrushka overjoyed at seeing their master once more at liberty. "Well, good fellows?" he said kindly.
Petrushka did not much believe in the advent of that day; he was not quite sure whether he ardently desired it; in any case, he was very happy as he was. At that moment he heard two sharp short sounds, less musical than a pipe and not so loud or harsh as a scream. He looked up. A kingfisher had flown across the oily water.
Swiftly there flew by clumps of osiers, slender elder trees, and silver-leaved poplars, their branches brushing against Selifan and Petrushka, and at intervals depriving the valet of his cap.
'It won't get darker. The moon will rise and it will be lighter. Let's go in and warm ourselves, Nikita. 'Well, why not? Let us warm ourselves, replied Nikita, who was stiff with cold and anxious to warm his frozen limbs. Vasili Andreevich went into the room with the old man, and Nikita drove through the gate opened for him by Petrushka, by whose advice he backed the horse under the penthouse.
I ought to grieve rather than be pleased. . . 'Your Petrushka, said he, 'lives in fine style. He is far above us now, said he. 'Well thank God for that, said I. 'I dined with him, said he, 'and saw his whole manner of life.
She laughed again and ran into the bushes. Petrushka ran after her, but although he was quite close to her he lost all trace of her immediately. It was as if she had vanished under the earth or into the air. "It's a Russalka," thought Petrushka, and he shivered.
'All right, replied Petrushka with a smile, and promptly snatching his cap down from a nail he ran away to harness. While the horse was being harnessed the talk returned to the point at which it had stopped when Vasili Andreevich drove up to the window.
But imagine my amazement when, some time later, my wife comes to me in tears, so agitated that I felt positively alarmed. "What has happened?" "Arina.... You understand ... I am ashamed to tell it." ... "Impossible! ... Who is the man?" "Petrushka, the footman." My indignation broke out then. I am like that. I don't like half measures! Petrushka was not to blame.
Accordingly Petrushka proceeded to restore the coat and trousers to their appointed places, and then descended the stairs; whereafter he and Selifan left the house together. Not a word passed between them as to the object of their expedition. On the contrary, they talked solely of extraneous subjects.
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