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He wished to say something so strong and convincing to the old man that Tyapa would be disposed in his favour; he did not wish to speak in such a serious, earnest way, but in a soft and fatherly tone. And the teacher felt as if something were rising from his breast into his throat ... But he could not find any powerful words.
"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.. . ."
Tyapa often listened to his conversation, and once, sitting down beside him, said: "I see you are very learned . . . Have you read the Bible?" "I have read it. . . ." "I see; I see . . . Can you remember it?" "Yes . . . I remember it. . . ." Then the old man leaned to one side and gazed at the other with a serious, suspicious glance. "There were the Amalekites, do you remember?" "Well?"
"Nothing is needed," said the Captain, decidedly. They sat silently looking at the teacher. "Let us go and drink, old devil!" "But he?" "Can you do him any good?" Tyapa turned his back on the teacher, and both went out into the courtyard to their companions. "What is it?" asked Abyedok, turning his sharp nose to the old man.
"Though I have his money ... still I shall not bury him." "That is not right. You are robbing the dead. I will tell them all that you want to keep his money...." Tyapa threatened him. "You are a fool, you old devil!" said Kuvalda, contemptuously. "I am not a fool ... but it is not right nor friendly." "Enough! Be off!" "How much money is there?" "Twenty-five roubles, ..." said Kuvalda, absently.
"It is quite time for that!" said the Captain, gloomily. "It is," Tyapa agreed. "You ought to die too. Anything is better than this. . . ." "But perhaps death might be worse? How do you know?" "It could not be worse. When you die you have only God to deal with . . . but here you have to deal with men . . . and men what are they?" "Enough! . . . Be quiet!" interrupted Kuvalda angrily.
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.
"I say that he was a good man ... a quiet and good man," whispered a low voice. "Yes, and he had money, too ... and he never refused it to a friend ..." Again silence ensued. "He is dying!" said Tyapa, hoarsely, from behind the Captain's head. Aristid Fomich got up, and went with firm steps into the dosshouse. "Don't go!" Tyapa stopped him. "Don't go! You are drunk! It is not right."
Only when the teacher brought a newspaper and began reading did he come from his corner once more. As a rule, Tyapa listened to what was read silently and sighed often, without asking anything of anyone. But once when the teacher, having read the paper, wanted to put it away, Tyapa stretched out his bony hand, and said, "Give it to me ..." "What do you want it for?"
Only when the teacher brought a newspaper and began reading did he come from his corner once more. As a rule, Tyapa listened to what was read silently and sighed often, without asking anything of anyone. But once when the teacher, having read the paper, wanted to put it away, Tyapa stretched out his bony hand, and said, "Give it to me. . . ." "What do you want it for?"
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