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I remain respectfully your obedient servant, Onisim carried this letter to its address. A fortnight passed. Onisim went every morning as usual to the baker's shop. One day Vassilissa ran out to meet him. 'Good morning, Onisim Sergeitch. Onisim put on a gloomy expression, and responded crossly, ''Morning. 'How is it you never come to see us, Onisim Sergeitch? Onisim glanced morosely at her.
The prince of the Buriats. Mind, you are to obey me! Or else that he would set fire to the house in a fit of spleen. Malania Pavlovna was as liberal as Alexey Sergeitch; but she never gave money she did not like to soil her hands but kerchiefs, bracelets, dresses, ribbons; or she would send pies from the table, or a piece of roast meat, or a bottle of wine.
And, as a fact, something of the same sort did happen with him but of that later. But now let us go back to our story. Of the neighbours, as I have stated already, Alexey Sergeitch saw little; and they did not care much for him, called him a queer fish, stuck up, and a scoffer, and even a 'martiniste' who recognised no authorities, though they had no clear idea of the meaning of this term.
Vladimir Sergeitch Tabatchin, who is the hero of our story, looked for the last time at the sun and expired. A week passed.... Birds and corncrakes hovered, whistling, over a newly-made grave. The sun was shining. A young widow, bathed in tears, was standing by, and in her grief sopping her whole handkerchief.... MOSCOW, September 21, 1886. ... It is not much fun to be a great writer.
He needs to have in him the spirit of a dog, so that he shall look after his master's stuff as he would look after the skin which his mother has put on to his own body. But you, you young puppy, haven't the slightest notion of what property means. In fact, were anyone to go and tell Vasili Sergeitch about the way in which you keep letting us off, he'd give it you in the neck.
"I can't help it. My head aches. I'll go away." And she got up from the table, scraping her chair awkwardly, and went out quickly, still more overcome with confusion. "It's beyond everything!" said Nikolay Sergeitch, frowning. "What need was there to search her room? How out of place it was!" "I don't say she took the brooch," said Fedosya Vassilyevna, "but can you answer for her?
'Mamma, Masha began all at once, 'is Monsieur Lutchkov asked? 'What Lutchkov? 'He's an officer too. They say he's a very interesting person. 'How's that? 'Oh, he's not good-looking and he's not young, but every one's afraid of him. Sergei Sergeitch interrupted his daughter. 'What is there to see in him, my darling?
There used to come also two landowners, inseparable friends, both no longer young and indeed a little the worse for wear, of whom the younger was continually crushing the elder and putting him to silence with one and the same reproach. 'Don't you talk, Sergei Sergeitch! What have you to say?
Mashenka brushed her hair, wiped her face with a wet towel, and went into the dining-room. There they had already begun dinner. At one end of the table sat Fedosya Vassilyevna with a stupid, solemn, serious face; at the other end Nikolay Sergeitch. At the sides there were the visitors and the children. The dishes were handed by two footmen in swallowtails and white gloves.
Send for the priest; and meanwhile, put me to bed from which I shall not get up again. Malania Pavlovna was terribly upset; however, she put the old man to bed and sent for the priest. Alexey Sergeitch confessed, took the sacrament, said good-bye to his household, and fell asleep. Malania Pavlovna was sitting by his bedside. 'Alexis! she cried suddenly, 'don't frighten me, don't shut your eyes!
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