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"Look out must you really?" There was something threatening in her question. Foma felt intimidated and said, this time without provocation in his voice: "How could I help speaking?" "Oh, you!" sighed Sasha and resumed dressing herself "And what about me?" "Merely so. You seem as though you were born of two fathers. Do you know what I have observed among people?" "Well?"
There had long been established between Sasha and her uncle a tacit compact, to take turns in sitting with the patient. On this occasion Sasha closed her reading-book, and without uttering a word, went softly out of the room. Laptev took an historical novel from the chest of drawers, and looking for the right page, sat down and began reading it aloud.
They incessantly quarrelled, and were inseparable companions. An old pug-dog came out of the gate to meet them. He opened his mouth as if he were going to bark, but ended by yawning and turning back again with a friendly wag of the tail. 'Look here, Sasha, cried Lezhnyov, from the distance, to his wife, 'whom I am bringing you.
It seemed to Laptev that she smiled like that because she wanted to conceal from herself and from others that she was unhappy. He also saw two little girls, aged five and three, who had a marked likeness to Sasha. For dinner they had milk-soup, cold veal, and chocolate.
The Saints graciously heard and answered the prayer. Word came that a huge bear had been seen in the forest stretching towards Juriewetz. The sorrowing Prince pricked up his ears, threw down his whip, and ordered a chase. Sasha, the broad-shouldered, the cunning, the ready, the untiring companion of his master, secretly ordered a cask of vodki to follow the crowd of hunters and serfs.
"How stupid and vulgar it is! I want to go to the North, to run away, to escape; but here I am, for some reason, going to this stupid picnic." "But look, what a view!" said Samoylenko as the horses turned to the left, and the valley of the Yellow River came into sight and the stream itself gleamed in the sunlight, yellow, turbid, frantic. "I see nothing fine in that, Sasha," answered Laevsky.
Sasha began telling her story, while at the same time Granny walked in with a storm of shrill cries and abuse; then Fyokla flew into a rage, and there was an uproar in the hut. "Never mind, never mind!" Olga, pale and upset, tried to comfort them, stroking Sasha's head. "She is your grandmother; it's a sin to be angry with her. Never mind, my child."
I longed at all costs to blurt it out and gloat over the effect. And one day at dinner, when we had a lot of visitors, I gave a stupid snigger, looked fiendishly at Zinotchka and said: "'I know. Gy y! I saw! . . . "'What do you know? asked my mother. "I looked still more fiendishly at Zinotchka and Sasha. You ought to have seen how the girl flushed up, and how furious Sasha's eyes were!
Kostya found a spot in the window that was not covered with frost, and began looking through a field-glass at the windows of the house where the French family lived. "There's no seeing," he said. Meanwhile Alexey Fyodorovitch was giving Sasha and Lida a scripture lesson below.
"Oh, you sweetest star!" he exclaimed, "do not tempt me too strongly I love you wildly and I want to fold you in my arms and explain everything with your little head here on my breast but I must not must not yet. Call me Sasha say it now that I may hear its sound in your tender voice and we must fly, fly back to the lights or I cannot answer for myself."
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