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I remain respectfully your obedient servant, Onisim carried this letter to its address. A fortnight passed. Onisim went every morning as usual to the baker's shop. One day Vassilissa ran out to meet him. 'Good morning, Onisim Sergeitch. Onisim put on a gloomy expression, and responded crossly, ''Morning. 'How is it you never come to see us, Onisim Sergeitch? Onisim glanced morosely at her.
He had hardly time to look twice at the too well-known 'establishment, when suddenly the little gate opened, and Vassilissa ran out with a yellow kerchief on her head and a jacket flung after the Russian fashion on her shoulders. Ivan Afanasiitch at once overtook her. 'Where are you going, my dear? Vassilissa glanced swiftly at him, laughed, turned away, and put her hand over her lips.
At that moment there came a crash against the door, and it burst open to admit the two little girls, Vassilissa and Ruth. Vassilissa, always called Lissa, to avoid confusion when her aunt came to stay, was a slim, vivid-looking child, not pretty, but with a face that changed with every emotion and a pair of lovely grey eyes.
To the red porch came flying a golden carriage drawn by six splendid white horses, and Vassilissa, beautiful beyond all description, gently reached her hand to her husband. He led her with him to the heavy oak tables, which were covered with snow-white linen and loaded with many wonderful dishes such as are known and eaten only in the land of fairies and never anywhere else.
'Laugh away, laugh away, Pyetushkov muttered between his teeth. Vassilissa held her sides, gasping. 'But what is it, idiot? But Vassilissa could only wave her hands. Ivan Afanasiitch snatched up his cap, and ran out of the house. With rapid, unsteady steps, he walked about the town, walked on and on, and found himself at the city gates.
Vassilissa entered and announced Paulina Karpovna. "The evil one himself has brought her," grumbled Tatiana Markovna. "Show her in, and be quick with breakfast." One evening a thunderstorm was brewing. The black clouds lay entrenched beyond the Volga, and the air was as hot and moist as in a bath-house. Here and there over the fields and roads rose pillars of dust.
'Why, don't you know? ... I've been to see Vassilissa. Pyetushkov blinked and turned over on his bed. 'So that's how it is, observed Onisim, and he coolly took a pinch of snuff. 'So that's how it is. You're always like that. Vassilissa sends you her duty. 'Really? 'Really? So that's all about it. Really! ... She told me to say, Why is it, says she, one never sees him?
"Maximitch," the Commandant's wife said to him, "find a quarter for this officer, and a clean one." "I obey, Vassilissa Igorofna," replied the "ouriadnik." "Ought not his excellency to go to Iwán Poléjaïeff?" "You are doting, Maximitch," retorted the Commandant's wife; "Poléjaïeff has already little enough room; and, besides, he is my gossip; and then he does not forget that we are his superiors.
Majestically Pyetushkov rose from his seat, folded his arms, scowled menacingly.... But Vassilissa looked him boldly in the face, laughed impudently, and before he could utter a single word she went quickly into her own room, and locked herself in. Ivan Afanasiitch opened his mouth, looked in amazement at Praskovia Ivanovna.... Praskovia Ivanovna cast down her eyes.
That's what would be just. I won't dispute that. Ivan Afanasiitch gave a lurch backwards. Onisim ran forward and held his master up. 'And who's to blame for it? I'll tell you, if you like, who's to blame. I'm to blame, in the first place. What ought I to have said? I ought to have said to you: Vassilissa, I love you. Good well, will you marry me? Will you?
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