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A great commotion followed; the officials came and put seals on the property. The relations arrived; the will was opened and read; and they called for Nedopyuskin: Nedopyuskin made his appearance. The greater number of the party knew the nature of Tihon Ivanitch's duties in his patron's household; he was greeted with deafening shouts and ironical congratulations.
I am busy here with Venzor.... Tihon Ivanitch, he added, raising his voice, 'come here, will you? Here's a visitor. 'I'm coming, I'm coming, Tihon Ivanitch responded from the other room. 'Masha, give me my cravat. Tchertop-hanov turned to Venzor again and laid the piece of bread on his nose. I looked round.
She did not once drive him to desperation, she did not set him to suffer the degrading agonies of hunger, but she led him a dance through the whole of Russia from one end to the other, from one degrading and ludicrous position to another; at one time Fate made him 'majordomo' to a snappish, choleric Lady Bountiful, at another a humble parasite on a wealthy skinflint merchant, then a private secretary to a goggle-eyed gentleman, with his hair cut in the English style, then she promoted him to the post of something between butler and buffoon to a dog-fancier.... In short, Fate drove poor Tihon to drink drop by drop to the dregs the bitter poisoned cup of a dependent existence.
And, behold! the creation did struggle up somehow, and began what is called 'life. Then the fun began. Fate, which had so ruthlessly tormented Nedopyuskin the father, took to the son too; she had a taste for them, one must suppose. But she treated Tihon on a different plan: she did not torture him; she played with him.
Their perpetual anxieties, their heartrending struggle with cold and hunger, his mother's careworn depression, his father's toiling despair, the coarse aggressiveness of landladies and shopkeepers all the unending daily suffering of their life had developed an exaggerated timidity in Tihon: at the mere sight of his chief he was faint and trembling like a captured bird. He threw up his office.
Nature, in her indifference, or perhaps her irony, implants in people all sorts of faculties and tendencies utterly inconsistent with their means and their position in society; with her characteristic care and love she had moulded of Tihon, the son of a poor clerk, a sensuous, indolent, soft, impressionable creature a creature fitted exclusively for enjoyment, gifted with an excessively delicate sense of smell and of taste...she had moulded him, finished him off most carefully, and set her creation to struggle up on sour cabbage and putrid fish!
But then a second blow fell upon him. This was the death of his bosom friend Tihon Ivanovitch Nedopyuskin.
Tihon Ivanitch made his appearance on the edge of the thicket 'Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! vociferated Tchertop-hanov a second time. 'Ho-ho-ho-ho, his companion repeated placidly. 'But really, you know, one ought not to hunt in summer, 'I observed to Tchertop-hanov, pointing to the trampled-down oats. 'It's my field, answered Tchertop-hanov, gasping.
'Delighted to make your acquaintance. When you have an opportunity, hope you'll come and see me.... But where is that Fomka, Tihon Ivanitch? he went on with heat; 'the hare was run down without him. 'His horse fell down under him, replied Tihon Ivanitch with a smile. 'Fell down! Orbassan fell down? Pugh! tut!... Where is he? 'Over there, behind the copse.
'Masha! cried Tchertop-hanov, striking himself a blow on the chest with his fist; 'there, stop it; hush, you have tortured me... now, it's enough! O my God! think only what Tisha will say; you might have pity on him, at least! 'Remember me to Tihon Ivanitch, and tell him... Tchertop-hanov wrung his hands. 'No, you are talking nonsense you are not going! Your Yaff may wait for you in vain!
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