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Sidorenko got fearfully hot and furious at my slightest mistake; he pelted his sister with abusive epithets, but she had apparently had time to get used to her brother's amenities, and only blinked in response. But when he announced to Matrona Semyonovna that she was 'Antichrist, the poor old woman fired up.
Matrona Semyonovna where are you? the card-table quick!... And tea! With these words Mr. Sidorenko walked into the next room. Kolosov looked at me. 'Listen, he said, 'you can't think how ashamed I am!... I shut him up. 'Come, you there, what's your name, this way, called Ivan Semyonitch. I went into the drawing-room. The drawing-room was even smaller than the dining-room.
He had a gun; without thinking long, he made straight for the sound, and found a man lying on the ground with a dislocated ankle. This man was Mr. Sidorenko. With great difficulty he got him home, handed him over to the care of his frightened sister and his daughter, and ran for the doctor.... Meantime it was nearly morning; Kolosov was almost dropping with fatigue.
On seeing me, Varia turned fearfully white, but did not move from her place; Sidorenko began talking to me in a peculiarly jeering way. I responded as best I could, looking from time to time at Varia, and almost unconsciously giving a dejected and pensive expression to my features. The lieutenant started whist again. Varia sat near the window and did not stir.
He stopped all at once, stretched his hand out in front of him, and said: 'Here, this is where we are going. I saw a small dark house; two little windows showed a dim light in the fog. 'In this house, Kolosov went on, 'lives a man called Sidorenko, a retired lieutenant, with his sister, an old maid, and his daughter.
'What about that...what the devil's his name? is he gone? 'No, I'm still here, answered Kolosov, going up to the door; 'are you better now? 'Yes, answered the lieutenant; 'come in here, my good sir. Kolosov went in. Sidorenko looked at him, and reluctantly observed: 'Well, thanks; come sometimes and see me what's your name? who the devil's to know? 'Kolosov, answered Andrei.
'Of course, of course. ... 'Your humble servant! thought I.... On the way home, I heard the following story. Six months before, Kolosov had become acquainted with Mr. Sidorenko in a rather queer way. One rainy evening, Kolosov was returning home from shooting, and had reached the gate of the city, when suddenly, at no great distance from the highroad, he heard groans, interspersed with curses.
She was not very pretty, rather pale, rather thin; but never before or since have I seen such hair, such eyes. We finished the rubber somehow; I paid up, Sidorenko lighted his pipe and grumbled: 'Well, now it's time for supper! Kolosov presented me to Varia, that is, to Varvara Ivanovna, the daughter of Ivan Semyonitch. Varia was embarrassed; I too was embarrassed.
'Here, said Ivan Semyonitch, 'let me introduce him; the first man's dead; Andrei Nikolaevitch has brought us another; let's see how he plays! The old lady bowed awkwardly and cleared her throat. I looked round; Kolosov was no longer in the room. 'Stop that coughing, Matrona Semyonovna; sheep cough, grumbled Sidorenko. I sat down; the game began. Mr.
'How's this, my good sir, are you alone? he asked me, with a queer twitch of his left eyelid. 'Yes, I've come alone, I stammered. Sidorenko went off into a sudden guffaw and departed into the next room. I had never been in such a foolish position; it was too devilishly disgusting! But there was nothing to be done. I began walking up and down the room.
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