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Updated: June 19, 2025
Tyapa spoke strongly and plainly, and there was faith in his words. He had been speaking a long time, and the teacher, who was generally drunk and in a speechless condition, could not stand it any longer. He looked at the dry, wrinkled old man, felt the great force of these words, and suddenly began to pity himself.
He either put some beggar against him, or himself threatened to rob and beat him, till the frightened mujik would disappear from the dosshouse and never more be seen. Then Tyapa was quiet again, and would sit in some corner mending his rags, or else reading his Bible, which was as dirty, worn, and old as himself.
Only in such a position did his deformed neck permit him to see the clouds above his head. This morning the sky was of a uniform gray. Up there hung the damp, cold mist of dawn, almost extinguishing the sun, hiding the unknown vastness behind and pouring despondency over the earth. Tyapa crossed himself, and leaning on his elbow, looked round to see whether there was any vodki left.
"That is your luck," shouted Tyapa. "I will go halves with you, brother." "All right, take it and welcome." Kuvalda felt angry with these men. Among them all there was not one worthy of hearing his oratory or of understanding him. "I wonder where the teacher is?" he asked loudly. Martyanoff looked at him and said, "He will come soon ..."
"You will go mad, Tyapa," called the teacher after him with conviction. Then the old man came back again, and stretching out his hand, threatened him with his crooked and dirty finger. "God made Adam from Adam were descended the Jews, that means that all people are descended from Jews ... and we also ..." "Well?" "Tartars are descended from Ishmael, but he also came of the Jews ..."
"Listen . . . They are coming!" Tyapa got up and went out of the dosshouse. Then there appeared at the door the Doctor, the Police Inspector of the district, and the examining Magistrate or Coroner. All three came in turn, looked at the dead teacher, and then went out, throwing suspicious glances at Kuvalda.
The Captain stopped and thought. "And what is right on this earth? Go to the Devil!" And he pushed Tyapa aside. On the walls of the dosshouse the shadows were creeping, seeming to chase each other. The teacher lay on the board at full length and snored.
Silence reigned once more. The cloudy sky threatened thunder, and the earth was covered with the thick darkness of an autumn night. "Let us go on drinking!" proposed Kuvalda, filling up the glasses. "I will go and see if he wants anything," said Tyapa. "He wants a coffin!" jeered the Captain. "Don't speak about that," begged Abyedok in a low voice. Meteor rose and followed Tyapa.
"What do you want to tell me all this for?" "Nothing! Only why do you tell lies?" Then he walked away, leaving his companion in perplexity. But after two days he came again and sat by him. "You are learned ... Tell me, then, whose descendants are we? Are we Babylonians, or who are we?" "We are Slavs, Tyapa," said the teacher, and attentively awaited his answer, wishing to understand him.
The Captain stopped and thought. "And what is right on this earth? Go to the Devil!" And he pushed Tyapa aside. On the walls of the dosshouse the shadows were creeping, seeming to chase each other. The teacher lay on the board at full length and snored.
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