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Vassilissa went to the window and sat down in silence. While Onisim was busy getting a light in the anteroom, Pyetushkov stood motionless at the other window, staring into the street. Onisim came in, with the candle in his hands, was beginning to grumble ... Ivan Afanasiitch turned quickly round: 'Go along, he said to him. Onisim stood still in the middle of the room.
Let her go to the devil, the petticoat! Why, they do say he puts the bread in the oven. It's a stain on the uniform ... so it is! 'Allow me to submit, articulated Pyetushkov with a cold chill at his heart, 'that all this, as far as I can make out, refers to my private life, so to say.... 'No arguing with me, I tell you! Private life, he protests, too!
I might die, I dare say, you wouldn't grieve. 'Ah, Ivan Afanasiitch, one can't be always thinking of one thing, one's got one's work to do. 'To be sure, responded Pyetushkov; 'but all the same ... And it's improper to laugh at your elders.... It's not right. Moreover, it's as well in certain cases ... But where's my pipe? 'Here's your pipe. Pyetushkov began smoking.
He stopped at the little gate, he wanted to straighten himself out and set himself to rights.... Pyetushkov clutched at the folds of his coat with both hands, and almost pulled them out altogether.... Convulsively he twisted his tightly compressed neck, fastened the top hook of his collar, drew a deep breath....
Pyetushkov flushed red. 'No, Onisim, I don't wish it. It is all nonsense. Yesterday, I ... It's a disgrace. You are right. One must cut it all short, once for all, as they say. Isn't that true? 'It's the gospel truth your honour speaks, Ivan Afanasiitch. Pyetushkov sank again into reverie. He wondered at himself, he did not seem to know himself. He sat without stirring and stared at the floor.
'Why, don't you know? ... I've been to see Vassilissa. Pyetushkov blinked and turned over on his bed. 'So that's how it is, observed Onisim, and he coolly took a pinch of snuff. 'So that's how it is. You're always like that. Vassilissa sends you her duty. 'Really? 'Really? So that's all about it. Really! ... She told me to say, Why is it, says she, one never sees him?
Ivan Afanasiitch thought it discreet not to pursue the subject of the niece further. 'What bird is that you have in the cage, Praskovia Ivanovna? 'God knows. A bird of some sort. 'H'm! Well, so, good day to you, Praskovia Ivanovna. 'A very good day to your honour. Pray walk in another time, and take a cup of tea. 'With the greatest pleasure, Praskovia Ivanovna. Pyetushkov walked out.
On the steps he met Vassilissa. She giggled. 'Where are you going, my darling? said Pyetushkov with reckless daring. 'Come, give over, do, you are a one for joking. 'He, he! And did you get my letter? Vassilissa hid the lower part of her face in her sleeve and made no answer. 'And you're not angry with me? 'Vassilissa! came the jarring voice of the aunt; 'hey, Vassilissa!
In the year 182- ... there was living in the town of O the lieutenant Ivan Afanasiitch Pyetushkov. He was born of poor parents, was left an orphan at five years old, and came into the charge of a guardian. Thanks to this guardian, he found himself with no property whatever; he had a hard struggle to make both ends meet.
Vassilissa got back as far as the middle of the room. 'Well, God be with you, Ivan Afanasiitch. I'll keep myself to myself, and you keep yourself to yourself. 'Nonsense, Vassilissa, nonsense, Pyetushkov cut her short. 'You think again; look at me. You see I'm not myself. You see I don't know what I'm saying.... You might have some feeling for me. 'You keep on abusing me, Ivan Afanasiitch.
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