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Updated: June 2, 2025
Beside old Semyon he looked graceful and vigorous, but yet in his walk there was something just perceptible which betrayed in him a being already touched by decay, weak, and on the road to ruin. And all at once there was a whiff of spirits in the wood.
Ratsch set the candelabra on the billiard-table, made Semyon Matveitch a low bow, and with a slight swagger and a malignant smile, moved towards me. A cat, I imagine, approaches a mouse who has no chance of escape in that way. All my daring left me in an instant. I knew the man was capable of... beating me. I began to tremble; yes; oh, shame! oh ignominy! I shivered. 'Now, then, madam, said Mr.
All my fears came back to me at once. "Take me to him this minute do you hear? This minute! O Semyon, Semyon, I did not expect this of you! You say he is not far off?" "He is quite close, here, where the copse begins he is sitting there. It is not more than five yards from the river bank. I found him as I came alongside the river." "Well, take me to him, take me to him."
What would you have with such a set of peasants? Three haven't turned up. And there's Semyon..." "Well, you should have taken some men from the thatching." "And so I have, as it is." "Where are the peasants, then?" Levin knew very well that "a touch of mildew" meant that his English seed oats were already ruined. Again they had not done as he had ordered.
He crosses himself, holds out his hands to the ikon, calls his deceased father and mother to bear witness, but Semyon sighs and meekly looks as before at the string of bread rings. In the end Ignashka Ryabov, hitherto motionless, gets up impulsively and bows down to the ground before the innkeeper, but even that has no effect on him.
Later the wives met. Semyon's wife passed the time of day with her neighbour, but neither did she say much. On one occasion Semyon said to her: "Young woman, your husband is not very talkative." The woman said nothing at first, then replied: "But what is there for him to talk about? Every one has his own business. Go your way, and God be with you."
'Didn't my wife come this way with a gentleman in spectacles, Semyon? 'She did, said I; 'you may look for the wind in the fields! He galloped in pursuit of them. For five days and nights he was riding after them. When I ferried him over to the other side afterwards, he flung himself on the ferry and beat his head on the boards of the ferry and howled.
Semyon set off ahead of me. "This way, sir.... We have only to get down to the river and it is close there." But instead of getting down to the river we got into a hollow and found ourselves before an empty shed. "Hey, stop!" Semyon cried suddenly. "I must have come too far to the right.... We must go that way, more to the left...."
He screws up his eyes affectionately at the blue trousers and shouts: "Good-morning, Semyon Nikolaitch, I have the honour to congratulate you on the Thursday." "And the same to you, Kapiton Petrovitch!" "Come to my seat! It's cool here!" The blue trousers, with much sighing and groaning and waddling from side to side like a duck, cross the street.
"Upon the breast of a gigantic crag, A golden cloudlet rested for one night." IN the room which the tavern keeper, the Cossack Semyon Tchistopluy, called the "travellers' room," that is kept exclusively for travellers, a tall, broad-shouldered man of forty was sitting at the big unpainted table. He was asleep with his elbows on the table and his head leaning on his fist.
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