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Updated: June 14, 2025
"You're an odd fellow," said Iakov, "are you a priest?" "Imbecile question," replied Serejka. "Wasn't I servant to a priest at Ouglitch?" "I don't want to get married," said Iakov. "Give the money all the same, and I won't tell your father you're paying court to his queen," replied Serejka, passing his tongue over his dry and cracked lips.
The kettle, Serejka, is buried in the sand near the bow of the green boat." "What does he want with the kettle?" asked Iakov. "He has taken my place yonder on the headland," explained Vassili. Iakov looked enviously at Serejka, then at Malva. "Farewell, all! I'm going." Vassili waved his hand to them and moved away. Malva followed him. "I'll accompany you a bit of the road."
And he spat with disdain in the direction of the water. The sea laughed. "If, at least, Serejka would come," he thought. And he tried to think only of Serejka. "What a good-for-nothing the fellow is! Robust, able to read, seen the world but what a drunkard! Yet good company. One can't feel dull in his company. The women are mad for him; all run after him. Malva's the only one that keeps aloof.
Serejka sat down on the ground and seized the leg of Iakov, who was preparing to accompany Malva. "Stop! where are you going?" "Let me alone," said Iakov, making a forward movement. But Serejka had seized his other leg. "Sit down by my side." "Why? What new folly is this?" "It is not folly. Sit down." Iakov obeyed, grinding his teeth. "What do you want?" "Wait.
"How's Serejka?" at last Vassili blurted out. "Drunk as usual," replied Iakov, pouring our some more brandy for his father. "He'll end badly and if you don't take care you'll do the same." "I shall never become like him," replied Iakov, surlily. "No?" said Vassili, frowning. "I know what I'm talking about. How long are you here already? Two months. You must soon think of going back.
Yonder, near the barrels, he saw Iakov and Serejka. Their faces were turned in his direction. "Get away with you! I could crush you!" He stopped and hissed insults in her face. His eyes were bloodshot, his beard trembled and his hands seemed to advance involuntarily towards Malva's hair, which emerged from beneath her shawl. She fixed her green eyes on him. "You deserve killing," he said.
"So you love the old grey cat as much as that?" grinned Serejka, puffing out a cloud of smoke. "I thought better of you than that." "I love none of you," she said, again indifferent and wafting the smoke away with her hand. "But if you don't love him, why did you let him beat you?" "Do you suppose I know? Leave me alone." "It's funny," said Serejka, shaking his head. Both remained silent.
Afterwards Vassili's stupor became mingled with both joy and uneasiness. The watchman stroked his blond beard with one hand and with the other gesticulated: "I knew something was up; my heart told me so. So it was you! I kept asking myself if it was Serejka. But I saw it was not Serejka. How did you come here?"
In the mind of Liubka quickly flashed the images of her former mates, Jennka and Tamara, so proud, so brave and resourceful oh, far brainier than these maidens and she, almost unexpectedly for herself, suddenly said sharply: "There was a lot of them. I've already forgotten. Kolka, Mitka, Volodka, Serejka, Jorjik, Troshka, Petka, and also Kuzka and Guska with a party. But why are you interested?"
"I've been waiting for you since this morning, Iakov. The inspector told me you were coming." The young man thought his voice seemed weaker than usual and his face seemed changed. He asked Serejka for a cigarette. "I have no tobacco for an imbecile like you," replied the latter, without stirring. "I'm going back home, Iakov," said Vassili, gravely digging into the sand with his fingers.
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