Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 20, 2025
In the first place, from the time of his establishing himself at Vassilissa's, Pyetushkov dropped more than ever out of all intercourse with his comrades. Secondly, Onisim gave him no peace; he had lost every trace of respect for him, he mercilessly persecuted him, put him to shame. And ... thirdly.... Alas! read further, kindly reader. The mistress of the house was not at home.
On the other hand, Gorky's second attempt, "A Night's Refuge," has been enormously successful. Here, the author takes us into the world of the barefoot brigade. Vasska Pepel, Vassilissa's lover, the proprietor of the night refuge in which he sleeps, loves the sister of his mistress, Natasha by name, a timid and dreamy young girl, who blooms like a lily in this mire.
Lukeria, who has been watching the student fixedly, blushes and her face takes on the tender and sad expression which is characteristic of those whose life is made up of deep suffering. After taking leave of them, the student thinks that Vassilissa's tears and the emotion of her daughter come from sorrows connected with the things he has just told them.
Vera had said practically nothing about herself; she remained in the shadow, while the whole garish light fell on him. "There was another letter," he said sharply, "written on blue paper." Vera had not left the room, but someone's hand was on the lock. "Who is there?" asked Raisky with a start. In the doorway appeared Vassilissa's anxious face. "It's I," she said in a low voice.
A little boy in tatters stopped before him, looked timidly at him, held out his hand ... 'For Christ's sake, good gentleman. Pyetushkov pulled out a copper. 'For your loneliness, poor orphan, he said with effort, and he walked back to the baker's shop. On the threshold of Vassilissa's room Ivan Afanasiitch stopped. 'Yes, he thought, 'these are my friends.
The nephew of the hired man, Luka, a little boy, friend and confidant of the goat that lived in the yard, darted swiftly to the little gate, directly he caught sight of Ivan Afanasiitch in the distance. Praskovia Ivanovna came out to meet Pyetushkov. 'Is your niece at home? asked Pyetushkov. 'No, sir. Pyetushkov was inwardly relieved at Vassilissa's absence.
Then he rushed up to her, brought her back to the house with Vassilissa's help, put her in her armchair and sent for the doctor. Vassilissa fell on her knees before her mistress. "Little mother! Tatiana Markovna," she begged, "come back to us. Make the sign of the Cross." Tatiana Markovna crossed herself, sighed, and signed that she could not speak and wanted something to drink.
The clattering keys opened cupboards, chests, strong boxes, which contained a profusion of household linen, costly lace yellow with age, diamonds, destined for the dowry of her nieces, and money. The cupboards where tea, sugar, coffee and other provisions were kept were in Vassilissa's charge.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking