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Updated: June 14, 2025
The glowing orb was already emerging from the water. Amid the noise of the waves was heard from the boat the distant cry: "Draw in!" "Come, boys!" cried Serejka, to the other fishermen on the beach. "Let's pull together." "When you see Iakov tell him to come here to-morrow," said Vassili.
Influenced by these considerations, Vassili sent another embassador to Constantinople to propose a treaty with Selim, which might aid Russia in the strife with her hereditary rival.
"You leave too much to my imagination," said Vassili. "You relate mere facts have you no suppositions, no questions in your mind about the man?" "I want to know what his purpose in life may be. There is a purpose one sees it in his face. I want also to know what he does with his spare time; he must have much to dispose of in England." Vassili nodded, and suddenly launched into detail.
If not, I will. You've got a strong fist if you are a fool." Vassili did not reply, but watched the boat as it turned about and made toward the beach again. "You are right," he said finally. "Iakov will hear from me." "I don't like him. He smells too much of the village," said Serejka. In the distance, on the sea, was opening out the pink fan formed by the rays of the rising sun.
Again the odd smile fell over the dignified face. "In case," said Vassili, rather slowly, "I should only impart to you stale news and valueless details with which you are already acquainted, I must ask you to tell me first what you know from your point of view."
Now, if a very keen observer had taken the trouble to ignore the throng and watch two persons only, that observer might have discovered the fact that Claude de Chauxville was slowly and purposely making his way toward the man called Vassili.
"Why don't you ask news of Malva?" asked Serejka, as he gulped down a glass of brandy. "What do I care what she does?" replied Vassili, with indifference, although he trembled with a secret presentiment. "As she didn't come Sunday, you should ask what she was doing. I know you are jealous, you old dog!" "Oh, there are many like her," said Vassili, carelessly.
At length, Vassili got up and covered over the britchka, the coachman wrapped himself up in his cloak and lifted his cap to make the sign of the cross at each successive thunderclap, and the horses pricked up their ears and snorted as though to drink in the fresh air which the flying clouds were outdistancing.
"I know," said Iakov, shrugging his shoulders. "It is well if you know," said the father, with a look of distrust. "I only warn you not to forget it." Vassili sighed deeply. For a few minutes all were silent. Then Malva said: "The work bell will soon ring." "I'm going," said Vassili, rising. And all rose. "Goodbye, Serejka. If you happen to be on the Volga, maybe you'll drop in to see me."
Again two carriages stood at the front door of the house at Petrovskoe. In one of them sat Mimi, the two girls, and their maid, with the bailiff, Jakoff, on the box, while in the other a britchka sat Woloda, myself, and our servant Vassili. Papa, who was to follow us to Moscow in a few days, was standing bareheaded on the entrance-steps.
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