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Updated: June 18, 2025
Beletski stepped to the table somewhat solemnly yet with confidence and ease, drank a glass of wine to Ustenka's health, and invited the others to do the same. Ustenka announced that girls don't drink. 'We might with a little honey, exclaimed a voice from among the group of girls. The orderly, who had just returned with the honey and spice-cakes, was called in.
Go away! When alone under the wagon with her friend, Ustenka suddenly put both her arms round her, and clinging close to her began kissing her cheeks and neck. 'Darling, sweetheart, she kept repeating, between bursts of shrill, clear laughter. 'Why, you've learnt it from Grandad, said Maryanka, struggling. 'Stop it!
'I know something about your lodger! 'There's nothing to know, said Maryanka. 'Oh, you rogue of a girl! said Ustenka, nudging her with her elbow and laughing. 'Won't tell anything. Does he come to you? 'He does. What of that? said Maryanka with a sudden blush. 'Now I'm a simple lass. I tell everybody. Why should I pretend? said Ustenka, and her bright rosy face suddenly became pensive.
And they both broke into such peals of laughter that Maryanka's mother shouted to them to be quiet. 'Are you jealous? asked Ustenka in a whisper. 'What humbug! Let me sleep. What have you come for? But Ustenka kept on, 'I say! But I wanted to tell you such a thing. Maryanka raised herself on her elbow and arranged the kerchief which had slipped off. 'Well, what is it?
On the dark side of the doorway stood Beletski and Olenin, in their Circassian coats and sheepskin caps, and talked together in a style of speech unlike that of the Cossacks, in low but distinct tones, conscious that they were attracting attention. Next to one another in the khorovod circle moved plump little Ustenka in her red beshmet and the stately Maryanka in her new smock and beshmet.
Olenin and Beletski were discussing how to snatch Ustenka and Maryanka out of the ring. Beletski thought that Olenin wished only to amuse himself, but Olenin was expecting his fate to be decided. He wanted at any cost to see Maryanka alone that very day and to tell her everything, and ask her whether she could and would be his wife.
Is Grandad hungry? and from the hut came the sound of ringing laughter. Ustenka, plump, small, rosy, and pretty, with her sleeves turned up, ran into Beletski's hut to fetch some plates. 'Get away or I shall smash the plates! she squeaked, escaping from Beletski. 'You'd better come and help, she shouted to Olenin, laughing. 'And has Maryanka come? 'Of course! She brought some dough.
Lukashka just then was getting out from under his coat, from the pocket of his black beshmet, a bundle of sweetmeats and seeds. 'There, I give them to all of you, he said, handing the bundle to Ustenka and smiling at Maryanka. A confused expression again appeared on the girl's face. It was as though a mist gathered over her beautiful eyes.
I am so glad now you and I will be able to see something of one another. I have put up at the Cossack corporal's house. There is such a girl there. Ustenka! I tell you she's just charming. And more and more French and Russian words came pouring forth from that world which Olenin thought he had left for ever. The general opinion about Beletski was that he was a nice, good-natured fellow.
Quite frisky! Not tired yet! came the old woman's sleepy voice from the wagon. 'Don't want happiness, repeated Ustenka in a whisper, insistently. 'But you are lucky, that you are! How they love you! You are so crusty, and yet they love you. Ah, if I were in your place I'd soon turn the lodger's head! I noticed him when you were at our house. He was ready to eat you with his eyes.
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