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Updated: June 26, 2025
"Why, the mountains," answered the Nogay driver with indifference. "And I too have been looking at them for a long while," said Vanyusha. "Aren't they fine? They won't believe it at home." The quick progress of the three-horsed cart along the smooth road caused the mountains to appear to be running along the horizon, while their rosy crests glittered in the light of the rising sun.
Vanyusha would bring a jug of chikhir, and they would converse quietly, drink, and separate to go quite contentedly to bed. The next day he would again go shooting, again be healthily weary, again they would sit conversing and drink their fill, and again be happy. Sometimes on a holiday or day of rest Olenin spent the whole day at home.
In this way I caught Vanyusha, Daddy Eroshka, Lukashka, and Maryanka. As Olenin was finishing this sentence Daddy Eroshka entered the room. Eroshka was in the happiest frame of mind. A few evenings before this, Olenin had gone to see him and had found him with a proud and happy face deftly skinning the carcass of a boar with a small knife in the yard.
'Wait a minute, I'll go and speak to the people of the house; you'll see I shall arrange everything. You don't know what a jolly life we shall have here. Only don't get upset. Vanyusha did not answer. Screwing up his eyes he looked contemptuously after his master, and shook his head.
He called to Vanyusha very loud so as to let her know that he was back, and then sat down in the porch in his usual place. His hosts now returned from the vineyard; they came out of the outhouse and into their hut, but did not ask of the latch and knocked. The floor hardly creaked under the bare cautious footsteps which approached the door.
The road and the Terek, just becoming visible in the distance, and the Cossack villages and the people, all no longer appeared to him as a joke. He looked at himself or Vanyusha, and again thought of the mountains. ... Two Cossacks ride by, their guns in their cases swinging rhythmically behind their backs, the white and bay legs of their horses mingling confusedly ... and the mountains!
When Olenin was fifteen he gave Vanyusha lessons for a time and taught him to read French, of which the latter was inordinately proud; and when in specially good spirits he still let off French words, always laughing stupidly when he did so. Olenin ran up the steps of the porch and pushed open the door of the hut.
'Please sir, may I have your horse? said Vanyusha, evidently perplexed by this new order of things but resigning himself to his fate. 'So a Tartar is more noble, eh, Vanyusha? repeated Olenin, dismounting and slapping the saddle. 'Yes, you're laughing! You think it funny, muttered Vanyusha angrily. 'Come, don't be angry, Vanyusha, replied Olenin, still smiling.
'Why, what's the matter? he asked, caressing his horse and looking merrily at the perspiring, dishevelled, and worried Vanyusha, who had arrived with the baggage wagons and was unpacking. Olenin looked quite a different man. In place of his clean-shaven lips and chin he had a youthful moustache and a small beard.
That's what she was made for; to be loved and to give joy. That's how I judge it, my good fellow. Having crossed the yard and entered a cool dark storeroom filled with barrels, Maryanka went up to one of them and repeating the usual prayer plunged a dipper into it. Vanyusha standing in the doorway smiled as he looked at her.
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