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Updated: June 11, 2025
If you don't love me, better kill me! I was angry, and I struck her twice with the bridle, but at that instant Vasya ran in at the gate, and in a despairing voice he shouted: 'Don't beat her! Don't beat her! But he ran up himself, and waving his arms, as though he were mad, he let fly with his fists at her with all his might, then flung her on the ground and kicked her.
"Once married, with her husband she must live," said Dyudya. "'Man and wife are one flesh. We have sinned, I said, 'you and I, and it is enough; we must repent and fear God. We must confess it all to Vasya, said I; 'he's a quiet fellow and soft he won't kill you.
It got to the ears of the police; they had Vasya dug up and cut open, and in his stomach they found arsenic. It was clear he had been poisoned; the police came and took Mashenka away, and with her the innocent Kuzka. They were put in prison.... The woman had gone too far God punished her.... Eight months later they tried her.
I told the coachman to stop the horses and called him up. 'Well, my boy, so they've been punishing you to-day? I said to him. 'How did you know? answered Vasya. 'Your master told me. 'The master himself? 'What did he order you to be punished for? 'Oh, I deserved it, father; I deserved it. They don't punish for trifles among us; that's not the way with us no, no.
It took a long time until he was silently pushed through the door. Vasily Kashirin also moved himself, unconsciously imitating the movements of his comrades he did everything as they did. But on boarding the platform of the car, he stumbled, and a gendarme took him by the elbow to support him. Vasily shuddered and screamed shrilly, drawing back his arm: "Ai!" "What is it, Vasya?"
And indeed, said I, 'better to suffer torments in this world at the hands of your lawful master than to gnash your teeth at the dread Seat of Judgment. The wench wouldn't listen; she stuck to her silly, 'It's you I love! and nothing more could I get out of her. "Vasya came back on the Saturday before Trinity, early in the morning.
'What are you after, young man? what is it? he said, shaking his head. 'Am I a criminal or something, that you stare at me like that? "Whom he loveth he chasteneth"; you know that. A quarter of an hour later I had taken leave of Mardary Apollonitch. As I was driving through the village I caught sight of Vasya. He was walking down the village street, cracking nuts.
Ten years ago in a little house in our street, next door to me, where now there's a tallow and oil factory, there was living an old widow, Marfa Semyonovna Kapluntsev, and she had two sons: one was a guard on the railway, but the other, Vasya, who was just my own age, lived at home with his mother.
Vasily met the old woman, as he was pacing up and down the room, trembling with cold, although it was warm, even hot. And the conversation was brief, painful. "It wasn't worth coming, mother. You'll only torture yourself and me." "Why did you do it, Vasya? Why did you do it? Oh, Lord!" The old woman burst out weeping, wiping her face with the ends of her black, woolen kerchief.
You know since then Feklista has not been right in her mind: she goes and lies down at the place where he was drowned; she lies down, brothers, and sings a song you remember Vasya was always singing a song like that so she sings it too, and weeps and weeps, and bitterly rails against God. 'Here is Pavlusha coming, said Fedya. Pavel came up to the fire with a full pot in his hand.
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