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Updated: June 26, 2025
'Why are you so cross, little dear? he said good-naturedly, irresolutely shuffling with his feet while the girl was covering the barrel. She began to laugh. 'And you! Are you kind? 'We, my master and I, are very kind, Vanyusha answered decidedly. 'We are so kind that wherever we have stayed our hosts were always very grateful. It's because he's generous. The girl stood listening.
For two hours after returning home he lay on his bed motionless. Then he went to his company commander and obtained leave to visit the staff. Without taking leave of anyone, and sending Vanyusha to settle his accounts with his landlord, he prepared to leave for the fort where his regiment was stationed. Daddy Eroshka was the only one to see him off.
Next morning everything goes on just the same: the same kind of post-stations and tea-drinking, the same moving horses' cruppers, the same short talks with Vanyusha, the same vague dreams and drowsiness, and the same tired, healthy, youthful sleep at night.
The coachman won't wait any longer! said a young serf, entering the room in a sheepskin coat, with a scarf tied round his head. 'The horses have been standing since twelve, and it's now four o'clock! Dmitri Andreich looked at his serf, Vanyusha. The scarf round Vanyusha's head, his felt boots and sleepy face, seemed to be calling his master to a new life of labour, hardship, and activity.
'It seems Vanyusha was right! thought Olenin. "A Tartar would be nobler", and followed by Granny Ulitka's abuse he went out of the hut. As he was leaving, Maryanka, still wearing only her pink smock, but with her forehead covered down to her eyes by a white kerchief, suddenly slipped out from the passage past him.
It occurred to Olenin that it would not look well for him to stay behind; besides he thought he could soon come back. He dressed, loaded his gun with bullets, jumped onto his horse which Vanyusha had saddled more or less well, and overtook the Cossacks at the village gates.
He found Olenin still asleep, and even Vanyusha, though awake, was still in bed and looking round the room considering whether it was not time to get up, when Daddy Eroshka, gun on shoulder and in full hunter's trappings, opened the door. 'A cudgel! he shouted in his deep voice. 'An alarm! The Chechens are upon us!
'Yes, it seems funny to you, said Vanyusha, 'but just try to talk to these people yourself: they set themselves against one and there's an end of it. You can't get as much as a word out of them. Vanyusha angrily threw down a pail on the threshold. 'Somehow they don't seem like Russians. 'You should speak to the Chief of the Village!
They are worse than Tartars, I do declare though they consider themselves Christians! A Tartar is bad enough, but all the same he is more noble. Gone to the KRIGA indeed! What this KRIGA they have invented is, I don't know! concluded Vanyusha, and turned aside. 'It's not as it is in the serfs' quarters at home, eh? chaffed Olenin without dismounting.
The old woman gave no answer. The girl, who was arranging the kerchief on her head before a little Tartar mirror, looked round at Vanyusha in silence. 'I'll pay money for it, honoured people, said Vanyusha, jingling the coppers in his pocket. 'Be kind to us and we, too will be kind to you, he added. 'How much? asked the old woman abruptly. 'A quart.
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