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He read it aloud in here and boasted, 'Now I have caused Petunikoff some loss!" "Ye es . . . Well, then, do you want to be reconciled?" "To be reconciled?" The soldier lowered his head and thought. "Ah! This is a hard life!" said he, in a querulous voice, scratching his head. "One must learn by experience, Petunikoff reassured him, lighting a cigarette.
But, whether you wish it or not, you will have to make their acquaintance sooner or later in the course of your duties." The Doctor smiled in an embarrassed way. The Coroner pressed his lips together, and the Inspector saw that it was time to go. Therefore, he shouted: "Sideroff! Whistle! Tell them to bring a cart here." "I will go," said Petunikoff, coming forward from a corner.
"Cursed cross-bred fox and pig!" swore the Captain under his breath, recalling his first meeting with Petunikoff. The merchant came with one of the town councillors to buy the house, and seeing the Captain asked his companion: "Is this your lodger?"
This hoarseness pleased and tranquillised Petunikoff, he even smiled. "A man! And are there really men like you?" Stepping aside he let the old man pass. He went, saying slowly: "Men are of various kinds ... as God wills... There are worse than me ... still worse ... Yes ..."
They cling to the ground beneath the high mountain, exposed to the sun, surrounded by decaying refuse, and their sodden appearance impresses one with the same feeling as would the half-rotten trunk of an old tree. At the end of the main street, as if thrown out of the town, stood a two-storied house, which had been rented from Petunikoff, a merchant and resident of the town.
Sanitary inspectors will be called for . . . fines will have to be paid . . . or else your lodgers will set fire to the place or rob and kill me . . . I am powerless against them. They are not the least afraid of the police, and they like going to prison, because they get their food for nothing there." "But then we will have them turned out if we come to terms with you," promised Petunikoff.
"The Devil take it!" shouted the Inspector, so madly that the blood rushed to his face. "I'll make you pay for this! I'll " "Good-morning, gentlemen!" said the merchant Petunikoff, with a sweet smile, making his appearance in the doorway. He looked round, trembled, took off his cap and crossed himself.
At the door facing him stood an old man with a stick in his hand and a large bag on his back, a horrible old man in rags and tatters, which covered his bony figure. He bent under the weight of his burden, and lowered his head on his breast, as if he wished to attack the merchant. "What are you? Who are you?" shouted Petunikoff. "A man . . ." he answered in a hoarse voice.
Petunikoff took his purse from his pocket, took out two five-kopeck pieces, put them at the feet of the dead man, and crossed himself. "God have mercy . . . on the burial of the sinful. . . ." "What!" yelled the Captain, "you give for the burial? "Take them away, I say, you scoundrel! How dare you give your stolen kopecks for the burial of an honest man? I will tear you limb from limb!"
Nobles? I should just think so! They used to grovel at my feet!" "You only went in for robbing, not murder, I suppose?" asked the Captain. Petunikoff turned pale, and hastily changed the subject. "You are a bad host. You sit while your guest stands." "Let him sit, too," said Kuvalda. "But what am I to sit on?" "On the earth . . . it will take any rubbish . . ."
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