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Nikita having meanwhile finished his fifth tumbler of tea laid it on its side instead of turning it upside down, hoping to be offered a sixth glass. But there was no more water in the samovar, so the hostess did not fill it up for him.
Merciful God, merciful God, merciful God! the voice droned like a deacon in the choir. 'Merciful God, Creator of my body, behold my iniquity.... O-ho-ho! Ha-ha! ... Tfoo! And all abundance be to this house in the seventh hour! 'Who's that? I asked the hospitable landlady, who came in with the samovar. 'That, your honour, she answered me in a hurried whisper, 'is a blessed, holy man.
The Hebrew lady, instead of answering extended a fat thumb and a plump, pointed forefinger, and pinching a score of hairs between the two, pulled them out without effort, and then held them close to the Cossack's eyes. "Five marks," she repeated, getting the money out and preparing to fill in a couple of pawn-tickets. "Make it ten, with the samovar!" entreated Vjera. The Jewess smiled.
The room was very dim now, and I could only see his mouth and square beard behind the lamp. "I've no Samovar, I'm afraid," I said. "If I'd known you were coming I'd have told her to have it ready. But it's too late now. She's gone to bed." "Nonsense," he said brusquely. "You know that I don't care about that. Now we'll waste no time. Let us come straight to the point at once.
There was but one troika to spare and only one telyaga. We required two vehicles for ourselves and baggage, but the smotretal could not accommodate us. We ordered the samovar, and debated over our tea. I urged my friend to try the effect of my special passport, which had always been successful in Paul's hands.
After the morning mass is over, send for the priest." "What are you talking about, papa?" Foma smiled. "Nothing. Wash yourself and go into the garden. I ordered the samovar to be brought there. We'll drink our tea in the morning coolness. I feel like drinking now hot, strong tea. Be quicker."
When Kornei had left, Nekhludoff went over to the samovar, intending to make some tea, but, hearing the footsteps of Agrippina Petrovna, he hastily walked into the drawing-room, closing the door behind him. This was the room in which, three months ago, his mother had died.
A Little Russian peasant woman in a kerchief brought in a tray of tea-things, then the samovar. The Armenian went slowly out into the passage and shouted: "Mashya, come and pour out tea! Where are you, Mashya?" Hurried footsteps were heard, and there came into the room a girl of sixteen in a simple cotton dress and a white kerchief.
Almost at the same instant the hostess, with freshly arranged coiffure and freshened face, walked in at one door and her guests at the other door of the drawing room, a large room with dark walls, downy rugs, and a brightly lighted table, gleaming with the light of candles, white cloth, silver samovar, and transparent china tea things. The hostess sat down at the table and took off her gloves.
There were many things that had to be settled between Vera and herself. She did not respond, and Vera let her go. She went into her room, to take off her things. Afterwards they lit the samovar and boiled some eggs and put the caviare and sausage and salt fish and jam on the table. At first they were silent, and then Nina began to recover a little. "You know, Vera, I've had an extraordinary day.
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