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You are not the dog that will eat the lamb. If you get the bones you may be thankful." Iakov looked at Malva. Her green eyes laughed in a humiliating way at him and she fondled Serejka so that Iakov felt himself grow hot and cold. Then they went away side by side and both burst out laughing.
Serejka regarded his rents with a reproachful air and shook his head. "Give me one of your skirts, that'll be better." "Yes, I can," said Malva, laughing. "I'm serious. You must have an old one you don't want." "You'd do better to buy yourself a pair of trousers." "I prefer to drink the money." Serejka rose and, jingling his twenty kopeks, shuffled off, followed by a strange smile from Malva.
Zavorotny, at a distance, with his keen eyes caught sight of Platonov and began to yell over the whole port: "You did manage to get here in time, you round-shouldered devil ... But I was already wanting to take you by the tail and chase you out of the gang ... Well, get in your place! ..." "Well, but I did get a he-dog in you, Serejka! ..." he added, in a kindly manner.
From behind a heap of barrels came the sound of voices. Iakov turned his steps in that direction. He thought he recognised Malva's voice, but when he arrived at the barrels he recoiled a step and stopped. In the shade, lying on his back, with his arms under his head, was Serejka. Near him were, on one side, Vassili and, on the other, Malva. Iakov thought to himself: "Why is father here.
"I have something else to tell you," she went on. "You boasted to Serejka that I could no more get along without you than without bread, and that I cannot live without you. You are mistaken. Perhaps it is not you that I love and not for you that I come. Perhaps I love the peace of this deserted beach. Because you are here is nothing to me. If this were Serejka's place I should come here.
"I couldn't." "You were drunk?" "No, I was watching your son and his step-mother," said Serejka, phlegmatically. "A new worry on your shoulders," said Vassili, sarcastically and with a forced smile. "They are only children." He was tempted to learn where and how Serejka had seen Malva and Iakov the day before, but he was ashamed.
Evidently it was difficult for him to talk. The words stuck between his teeth. He stroked his beard and his hand trembled. Malva eyed him. Serejka had half closed one eye and with the other watched Iakov. Iakov was jubilant, but afraid of betraying himself; he was silent and lowered his head. "Don't forget your mother, Iakov. Remember, you are all she has."
"Are there?" said Serejka, imitating him. "Ah, you peasants, you're all alike. As long as you gather your honey, it's all one to you." "What's she to you?" broke in Vassili with irritation. "Have you come to ask her hand in marriage?" "I know she's yours," said Serejka. "Have I ever bothered you? But now Iakov, your son, is all the time dancing around her, it's different. Beat him, do you hear?
If not, I will. You've got a strong fist if you are a fool." Vassili did not reply, but watched the boat as it turned about and made toward the beach again. "You are right," he said finally. "Iakov will hear from me." "I don't like him. He smells too much of the village," said Serejka. In the distance, on the sea, was opening out the pink fan formed by the rays of the rising sun.
"Why don't you ask news of Malva?" asked Serejka, as he gulped down a glass of brandy. "What do I care what she does?" replied Vassili, with indifference, although he trembled with a secret presentiment. "As she didn't come Sunday, you should ask what she was doing. I know you are jealous, you old dog!" "Oh, there are many like her," said Vassili, carelessly.
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