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He was hurt. At home he called for his things to dress. Onisim slouched off after his better coat. Pyetushkov had a great desire to draw Onisim into conversation, but Onisim preserved a sullen silence. At last Ivan Afanasiitch could hold out no longer. 'Why don't you ask me where I'm going? 'Why, what do I want to know where you're going for? 'What for?
His lips were twitching spasmodically. 'You are kindly welcome, sir, responded Praskovia Ivanovna in the proper sing-song, and with a bow. 'Always delighted to see a guest. Pyetushkov took courage a little. 'I have long wished, you know, to have the pleasure of making your acquaintance, Praskovia Ivanovna. 'Much obliged to you, Ivan Afanasiitch. Followed a silence.
Why is it, says she, he never comes? 'Well, and what did you say? 'What did I say? I told her: You're a silly girl I told her as if folks like that are coming to see you! No, you come yourself, I told her. 'Well, and what did she say? 'What did she say? ... She said nothing. 'That is, how do you mean, nothing? 'Why, nothing, to be sure. Pyetushkov said nothing for a little while.
Praskovia Ivanovna had an attack of lumbago; she did not get down from the shelf bed, except with much difficulty to go to mass. After mass Pyetushkov called Vassilissa into the back room. She had been complaining all the morning of feeling dull. To judge by the expression of Ivan Afanasiitch's countenance, he was revolving in his brain some extraordinary idea, unforeseen even by him.
Onisim gazed in astonishment at his master, glanced round.... In the window stood an empty dark-green bottle, with the inscription: 'Best Jamaica rum. 'I've been drinking, my lad, that's all, Pyetushkov went on. 'I've been and taken it. I've been drinking, and that's all about it. And where've you been? Tell us ... don't be shy ... tell us. You're a good hand at a tale.
'Give over, do, for shame, in the street. 'Come now, there, there, muttered Ivan Afanasiitch. 'Give over, I tell you, in the street.... Don't be rude. 'A ... a ... ah, what a girl you are! said Pyetushkov reproachfully, while he blushed up to his ears. Vassilissa stood still. 'Now go along with you, sir go along, do. Pyetushkov obeyed.
'To be sure I did, replied Pyetushkov: 'with special enjoyment. Vassilissa continued to walk on and to laugh. 'It's pleasant weather to-day, pursued Ivan Afanasiitch: 'do you often go out walking? 'Yes. 'Ah, how I should like.... 'What say?
Pyetushkov was startled; while the soldier drew himself up, wished him good day, and handed him a large envelope bearing the government seal. In this envelope was a note from the major in command of the garrison: he called upon Pyetushkov to come to him without fail or delay.
'So you were making an appointment with him in the morning at the window eh? eh? 'He asked me to come. 'And so you went.... Thanks very much, my girl, thanks very much! Pyetushkov made Vassilissa a low bow. 'But, Ivan Afanasiitch, you're maybe fancying ... 'You'd better not talk to me! And a pretty fool I am! There's nothing to make an outcry for! You may make friends with any one you like.
Like one frantic, Pyetushkov jumped up from the sofa ... but, to the amazement of Onisim, who was already lifting both hands to the level of his cheeks, he sat down again, as though some one had cut away his legs from under him.... Tears were rolling down his pale face, a tuft of hair stood up straight on the top of his head, his eyes looked dimmed ... his drawn lips were quivering ... his head sank on his breast.
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