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Updated: June 18, 2025
Young Petunikoff entered slowly, took off his hat, looked around him, and said to the eating-house keeper: "Egor Terentievitch Vaviloff? Are you he?" "I am," answered the sergeant, leaning on the bar with both arms as if intending to jump over it. "I have some business with you," said Petunikoff. "Delighted. Please come this way to my private room."
Every one of them was disappointed, because they all knew that something they did not expect had taken place between Petunikoff and Vaviloff, and they all felt that they had been insulted. The feeling that one is unable to injure anyone is worse than the feeling that one is unable to do good, because to do harm is far easier and simpler. "Well, why are we loitering here?
Vaviloff looked at his companion with his round eyes and shivered, as if experiencing an unpleasant sensation. "Pardon me . . . sign it? And why?" "There is no difficulty about it . . . write your Christian name and surname and nothing more," explained Petunikoff, pointing obligingly with his finger to the place for the signature. "Oh!
"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. Then a pompous, wicked smile crossed his face, and, looking at the Captain, he inquired respectfully: "What has happened? Has there been a murder here?" "Yes, something of that sort," replied the Coroner.
When he went about shaking his head, and minus a walking-stick in his hand, and a bag on his back the signs of his profession he seemed to be thinking almost to madness, and, at such times, Kuvalda spoke thus, pointing to him with his finger: "Look, there is the conscience of Merchant Judas Petunikoff. See how disorderly, dirty, and low is the escaped conscience."
That's a determined young thief! ... What will happen next, I wonder ...?" asked Kuvalda. "Next? Young Petunikoff will buy out Egor Vaviloff," said Abyedok with conviction, and smacked his lips as if the idea gave him great pleasure. "And you are glad of that?" Kuvalda asked him, gravely.
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 ..."
"I am always pleased to see human calculations miscarry," explained Abyedok, rolling his eyes and rubbing his hands with delight. The Captain spat angrily on the ground and was silent. They all stood in front of the tumble-down building, and silently watched the doors of the eating-house. More than an hour passed thus. Then the doors opened and Petunikoff came out as silently as he had entered.
"What are you? Who are you?" shouted Petunikoff. "A man ..." he answered, in a hoarse voice. 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 ..."
"In the technological institute. Why?" answered the other, smiling: "Nothing. Only ... excuse me!" The soldier lowered his head, and then suddenly exclaimed, "What a splendid thing education is! Science light. My brother, I am as stupid as an owl before the sun ... Your honour, let us finish this job." With an air of decision he stretched out his hand to Petunikoff and said: "Well, five hundred?"
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