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He took the bag from his belt and showed us three rabbits he had shot, looked at Ántonia with a wintry flicker of a smile and began to tell her something. She turned to me. “My tatinek make me little hat with the skins, little hat for win-ter!” she exclaimed joyfully. “Meat for eat, skin for hat,”—she told off these benefits on her fingers.
I picked up the gun he had dropped; a queer piece from the old country, short and heavy, with a stag's head on the cock. When he saw me examining it, he turned to me with his far-away look that always made me feel as if I were down at the bottom of a well. He spoke kindly and gravely, and Antonia translated: 'My tatinek say when you are big boy, he give you his gun. Very fine, from Bohemie.
No wonder Krajiek got the better of these people, if this was how they behaved. While we were disputing 'about the ring, I heard a mournful voice calling, 'Antonia, Antonia! She sprang up like a hare. 'Tatinek! Tatinek! she shouted, and we ran to meet the old man who was coming toward us. Antonia reached him first, took his hand and kissed it.
No wonder Krajiek got the better of these people, if this was how they behaved. While we were disputing about the ring, I heard a mournful voice calling, “Án-tonia, Án-tonia!” She sprang up like a hare. “Tatinek, Tatinek!” she shouted, and we ran to meet the old man who was coming toward us. Ántonia reached him first, took his hand and kissed it.
He took the bag from his belt and showed us three rabbits he had shot, looked at Antonia with a wintry flicker of a smile and began to tell her something. She turned to me. 'My tatinek make me little hat with the skins, little hat for winter! she exclaimed joyfully. 'Meat for eat, skin for hat' she told off these benefits on her fingers.
I picked up the gun he had dropped; a queer piece from the old country, short and heavy, with a stag’s head on the cock. When he saw me examining it, he turned to me with his far-away look that always made me feel as if I were down at the bottom of a well. He spoke kindly and gravely, and Ántonia translated:— “My tatinek say when you are big boy, he give you his gun. Very fine, from Bohemie.
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