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Updated: June 23, 2025
But now Christmas had come, and Vasilisa could not bear it any longer, and went to the tavern to Yegor, the brother of the innkeeper's wife, who had sat in the tavern doing nothing ever since he came back from the army; people said that he could write letters very well if he were properly paid. Vasilisa talked to the cook at the tavern, then to the mistress of the house, then to Yegor himself.
Of course, I shouldn't have expected the least mischief of Leoníd. Quiet lads like him! VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. And furthermore, benefactress, so far Grísha hasn't come back from the fair. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. How's that? He didn't sleep at home? VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. He did not, benefactress! MADAM ULANBÉKOV. You lie, you lie, you lie! I'll drive you off the place!
Keep watch, Gavrílovna! GAVRÍLOVNA. What's the use of listening to her, mistress? VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. But really, benefactress, am I saying anything bad? Would I dare to think any harm about him, that little angel? Of course he's still a child, he wants to frisk a little; but here he hasn't any companions, so he plays with the girls. POTÁPYCH takes the cups.
"At just such a fire the Apostle Peter warmed himself," said the student, stretching out his hands to the fire, "so it must have been cold then, too. Ah, what a terrible night it must have been, granny! An utterly dismal long night!" He looked round at the darkness, shook his head abruptly and asked: "No doubt you have been at the reading of the Twelve Gospels?" "Yes, I have," answered Vasilisa.
POTÁPYCH. Somebody ought to take Uncle Gerasim's club and dress him down from top to toe. VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Now, our dear master, wouldn't you like to go present your compliments to him, in order that he might hurry up and ask your mamma's forgiveness? But see here, Gavrílovna, is mamma actually very angry? GAVRÍLOVNA. So angry, sir, that it's terrible! LEONÍD. Well, what's to be done now!
VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Ah, benefactress, there are no locks to keep a girl in, once she takes a notion to do something. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. You hear, Gavrílovna! Look after my girls. You know I won't have any loose conduct. You're merely disturbing me with your silly notions. What a dirty tongue you have! What business had you to chatter? And now I can't get the stuff out of my head!
And it was easy to see that he, because of his purity, was trying to thrust her away; but she kept clasping him about the neck, kissing and tempting him. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Are you lying? VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. You may quarter me, benefactress. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. It's enough if there is one grain of truth in your words. VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. It's all true, benefactress.
He wrote and kept reading aloud what was written, while Vasilisa considered what she ought to write: how great had been their want the year before, how their corn had not lasted even till Christmas, how they had to sell their cow. She ought to ask for money, ought to write that the old father was often ailing and would soon no doubt give up his soul to God... but how to express this in words?
MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Oh, be still! What are you thinking up now? Why, he's only a child! VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. A child, benefactress! Well, there's nothing more to be said; God gave you a son as a joy and a consolation. And we can never feast our eyes enough on him. It's just as if the sunshine had come into our house. So good-natured, so merry, so gentle with every one!
"WHAT shall I write?" said Yegor, and he dipped his pen in the ink. Vasilisa had not seen her daughter for four years. Her daughter Yefimya had gone after her wedding to Petersburg, had sent them two letters, and since then seemed to vanish out of their lives; there had been no sight nor sound of her.
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