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Updated: June 26, 2025
'True enough, his name is Ivan Vanyusha. Here Vanyusha! Please get some chikhir from our landlady and bring it here. 'Ivan or Vanyusha, that's all one. Why are all your soldiers Ivans? Ivan, old fellow, said the old man, 'you tell them to give you some from the barrel they have begun. They have the best chikhir in the village.
The old man had drunk so much that evening that he fell down on the floor and Vanyusha had to call soldiers in to help, and spat as they dragged the old man out. He was so angry with the old man for his bad behaviour that he did not even say a single French word. It was August.
But don't give more than thirty kopeks for the quart, mind, because that witch would be only too glad.... Our people are anathema people; stupid people, Daddy Eroshka continued in a confidential tone after Vanyusha had gone out. 'They do not look upon you as on men, you are worse than a Tartar in their eyes. "Worldly Russians" they say.
I'll lock up, said the girl, interrupting him. Vanyusha brought Olenin the wine and announced that 'La fille c'est tres joulie, and, laughing stupidly, at once went out. Meanwhile the tattoo had sounded in the village square. The people had returned from their work. The herd lowed as in clouds of golden dust it crowded at the village gate.
Accompanied by Vanyusha he rode back to the cordon without any accident several hours in advance of the rest of the company. He spent the whole evening in his porch watching Maryanka, and he again walked about the yard, without aim or thought, all night. It was late when he awoke the next day. His hosts were no longer in.
He drank tea, and himself helped Vanyusha to move his bundles and trunks and sat down among them, sensible, erect, and precise, knowing where all his belongings were, how much money he had and where it was, where he had put his passport and the post-horse requisition and toll-gate papers, and it all seemed to him so well arranged that he grew quite cheerful and the long journey before him seemed an extended pleasure-trip.
They always aim at a crowd. Now I used to keep farther away from the others and went alone, and I've never been wounded. Yet what things haven't I seen in my day? 'But you've got a bullet in your back, remarked Vanyusha, who was clearing up the room. 'That was the Cossacks fooling about, answered Eroshka. 'Cossacks? How was that? asked Olenin. 'Oh, just so. We were drinking.
Vanka Sitkin, one of the Cossacks, got merry, and puff! he gave me one from his pistol just here. 'Yes, and did it hurt? asked Olenin. 'Vanyusha, will you soon be ready? he added. 'Ah, where's the hurry! Let me tell you. When he banged into me, the bullet did not break the bone but remained here. And I say: "You've killed me, brother. Eh! What have you done to me? I won't let you off!
'But I don't know where he lives, said Vanyusha in an offended tone. 'Who has upset you so? asked Olenin, looking round. 'The devil only knows. Faugh! There is no real master here. They say he has gone to some kind of KRIGA, and the old woman is a real devil. God preserve us! answered Vanyusha, putting his hands to his head. 'How we shall live here I don't know.
'What are you standing in the light for, you devil! the girl suddenly shouted. 'Why don't you pass me the decanter! Having filled the decanter with cool red wine, Maryanka handed it to Vanyusha. 'Give the money to Mother, she said, pushing away the hand in which he held the money. Vanyusha laughed.
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