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And while he sat there Vanya and Maroosia watched him, and sometimes even helped, holding a piece of the net between them, while old Peter fastened on the little glistening rolls of bark that were to keep it up in the water. And all the time old Peter worked he smoked, and told them stories about fish.
"What is the gun for?" asked Vanya. "I am to be a godparent," said old Peter, "and I want to give him a present. I could not give him a better present than a gun, for he shall be a forester, and a good shot, and you cannot begin too early."
It is an old story, little one, and I must have told it you a dozen times." "No, never, grandfather," said Maroosia. She was nearly as sleepy as Vanya after the day in the village, and the fuss and pleasure of the christening. "Oh, well," said old Peter; and he told the tale of Mr.
And he puffed, and the smoke got in his eyes, and he wiped them with the back of his big hand. All the time he was doing this Vanya and Maroosia were snuggling together close by the stove, thinking what story they would ask for, and listening to the crashing of the snow as it fell from the trees outside. Now that old Peter was at home, the noise made them feel comfortable and warm.
It would be as difficult for her to do without me as to do without her powder or her curl-papers. I am for her an indispensable, integral part of her boudoir." Samoylenko was embarrassed. "You are out of humour to-day, Vanya," he said. "You must have had a bad night." "Yes, I slept badly. . . . Altogether, I feel horribly out of sorts, brother.
As we were passing along the corridor, a door flew open abruptly, and an old drunken man, in his shirt, probably not of the peasant class, thrust himself out. A washerwoman, wringing her soapy hands, was pursuing and hustling the old man with piercing screams. Vanya, my guide, pushed the old man aside, and reproved him.
But, at that moment, Stepan comes in and, with a snigger, announces: "Nero has eaten the kittens, madam." Nina and Vanya turn pale and look at Stepan with horror. "He really has . . ." laughs the footman, "he went to the box and gobbled them up." The children expect that all the people in the house will be aghast and fall upon the miscreant Nero.
Just before dinner, Vanya is sitting in his father's study, gazing dreamily at the table. A kitten is moving about by the lamp, on stamped note paper. Vanya is watching its movements, and thrusting first a pencil, then a match into its little mouth. . . . All at once, as though he has sprung out of the floor, his father is beside the table. "What's this?" Vanya hears, in an angry voice.
And when they came to the wooden bridge over the stream, a tall gray bird with a long beak rose up from the bank and flew slowly away, carrying his long legs, like a thin pair of crutches, straight out behind him. "Who is that?" asked Vanya sleepily from his nest in the hay. "That is Mr. Crane," said old Peter.
The professor and his wife leave for the city, and all goes on as before; Uncle Vanya and the family will sacrifice themselves for the glory of Serebriakof, to whom all the revenues of the estate are sent.
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