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He was a new admirer of Sappho's. He now dogged her footsteps, like Vaska. Soon after Prince Kaluzhsky arrived, and Liza Merkalova with Stremov. Liza Merkalova was a thin brunette, with an Oriental, languid type of face, and as everyone used to say exquisite enigmatic eyes. Liza was as soft and enervated as Sappho was smart and abrupt. But to Anna's taste Liza was far more attractive.
Pull the root upwards, my good man . . . what's your name? Upwards, not downwards, you brute! Don't swing your legs!" Five minutes pass, ten. . . . The master loses all patience. "Vassily!" he shouts, turning towards the garden. "Vaska! Call Vassily to me!" The coachman Vassily runs up. He is chewing something and breathing hard. "Go into the water," the master orders him.
The most cunning man could not have crept into her confidence more successfully, evoking memories of the best times of her youth and showing sympathy with them. "Yes, he is a very, very kind man when he is not under the influence of bad people but of people such as myself," thought she. His servants too Terenty and Vaska in their own way noticed the change that had taken place in Pierre.
Vaska bowed to the two ladies, and glanced at them, but only for one second. He walked after Sappho into the drawing-room, and followed her about as though he were chained to her, keeping his sparkling eyes fixed on her as though he wanted to eat her. Sappho Shtoltz was a blonde beauty with black eyes.
He heard the boy in his shrill little voice telling his uncle what he thought about the dogs, who seemed to him huge and terrible creatures, and asking what the dogs were going to hunt next day, and the soldier in a husky, sleepy voice, telling him the sportsmen were going in the morning to the marsh, and would shoot with their guns; and then, to check the boy's questions, he said, "Go to sleep, Vaska; go to sleep, or you'll catch it," and soon after he began snoring himself, and everything was still.
"Tell these devils, these fiends, to let me pass!" shouted Denisov evidently in a fit of rage, his coal-black eyes with their bloodshot whites glittering and rolling as he waved his sheathed saber in a small bare hand as red as his face. "Ah, Vaska!" joyfully replied Nesvitski. "What's up with you?"
They heard the sound of steps and a man's voice, then a woman's voice and laughter, and immediately thereafter there walked in the expected guests: Sappho Shtoltz, and a young man beaming with excess of health, the so-called Vaska. It was evident that ample supplies of beefsteak, truffles, and Burgundy never failed to reach him at the fitting hour.
Why should I disrupt your circle? We were both at fault. I'll go away. Don't bother about the bill. I've already paid Simeon, when I was going after Pasha." Lichonin suddenly rumpled up his hair and stood up "Oh, no, the devil take it! I'll go and drag him here. Upon my word of honour, they're both fine fellows Boris as well as Vaska. But they're young yet, and bark at their own tails.
"Show heavenly mercy; let Vaska go home! We shall remember you in our prayers for ever! Your honour, let him go! They are all starving! Mother's wailing day in, day out, Vaska's wife's wailing . . . it's worse than death! I don't care to look upon the light of day. Be merciful; let him go, kind gentleman!" "Are you stupid or out of your senses?" asked the doctor angrily. "How can I let him go?
Or, overtaking me, he would lean right out of his sledge, and waving about the sleeves of his fur coat, which were at least twice as long as his arms, shout: "Go it, Vaska! Beat the thousand roublers! Hey, my kittens!" And to the accompaniment of loud, malicious laughter from Sobol and his Vaska the doctor's kittens raced ahead.
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