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Alexey Sergeitch used to drive her himself, the ends of the reins crushed up in his fists. 'Well, plunderer, what have you to say? Have you stacked a great deal in the barn? he would ask with a smile, looking straight into the plunderer's eyes. 'All, by your good favour, please your honour, Antip would respond cheerfully.
At times Alexey Sergeitch, who was, as I have said already, exceedingly fond of watching dancing, could not resist shouting, 'Little Vania, here! coach-boy! Dance us the fish, smartly now'; and a minute later he would whisper enthusiastically: 'Ah, what a fellow it is! Well, on my last visit, this Ivan Suhih came into my room, and, without saying a word, fell on his knees.
It's certain I could think of nothing else to do. Onisim paused for a while. 'Well, come along, Vassilissa, please, come along. 'Oh, Onisim Sergeitch, I don't want to be friendly with him again ... 'Well, and you needn't who's talking of it? You've only to say a couple of words; to say, Why does your honour grieve? ... give over.... That's all. 'Really, Onisim Sergeitch ...
As they wanted to get the benefit of his property, they did not let the poor wretch out, even when he had completely recovered his balance, and positively kept him locked up till he really did go out of his mind. But their evil doings did not prosper; Prince L. outlived his brothers, and, after long years of adversity, he came into the charge of Alexey Sergeitch, whose kinsman he was.
"Madame Kushkin is in a fit, most likely, or else she has quarrelled with her husband," thought Mashenka. In the hall and in the corridor she met maid-servants. One of them was crying. Then Mashenka saw, running out of her room, the master of the house himself, Nikolay Sergeitch, a little man with a flabby face and a bald head, though he was not old. He was red in the face and twitching all over.
Alexey Sergeitch could not endure smoking; and moreover, he could not endure dogs, especially little dogs. 'If you're a Frenchman, to be sure, you may well keep a lapdog: you run and you skip about here and there, and it runs after you with its tail up ... but what's the use of it to people like us? He was exceedingly neat and particular.
"Why should you worry yourself?" "Of course, no. . . . But still, don't you . . . go away. I entreat you." Mashenka shook her head. Nikolay Sergeitch stopped at the window and drummed on the pane with his finger-tips. "Such misunderstandings are simply torture to me," he said. "Why, do you want me to go down on my knees to you, or what?
'Your gown is white but whiter still your soul! 'Yes, Alexis, it is whiter! 'Ah, what a tongue, what a tongue! Alexis would repeat, patting her hand. To speak of 'views' in the case of Malania Pavlovna would be even more inappropriate than in the case of Alexey Sergeitch; yet I once chanced to witness a strange manifestation of my aunt's secret feelings. And towards nightfall, too!
Not for an instant did I believe him; what astonished me to such a degree was that he was capable of saying such a thing. Anyway I appealed to Alexey Sergeitch. I did not repeat what Ivan had said to me, but began asking him whether something couldn't be done. 'My young sir, the old man answered, 'I should be only too happy but what's to be done?
Why, you spell the word cork with two k's in it.... Yes, gentlemen, he would go on, with all the fire of conviction, turning to the bystanders, 'Sergei Sergeitch spells it not cork, but kork. And every one present would laugh, though probably not one of them was conspicuous for special accuracy in orthography, while the luckless Sergei Sergeitch held his tongue, and with a faint smile bowed his head.
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