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They clutch at nutshells and all sorts of nastiness, knock their heads together, but do not find the kopeck. They begin looking again, and look till Vasya takes the lamp out of Grisha's hands and puts it in its place. Grisha goes on looking in the dark. But at last the kopeck is found. The players sit down at the table and mean to go on playing. "Sonya is asleep!" Alyosha announces.
Werner pointed at Vasily, who stood motionless. "I understand," Musya nodded. "And you?" "I? Tanya will go with Sergey, you go with Vasya.... I will go alone. That doesn't matter, I can do it, you know."
Vasily looked at Werner from the distance, as though not recognizing him, and he lowered his eyes. "Vasya, what have you done with your hair? What is the matter with you? Never mind, my dear, never mind, it will soon be over. We must keep up, we must, we must." Vasily was silent.
The most terrible sensation was when he was suddenly seized with an insufferable desire to cry out, without words, the desperate cry of a beast. He touched Werner quickly, and Werner, without lifting his eyes, said softly: "Never mind, Vasya. It will soon be over." And embracing them all with a motherly, anxious look, the fifth terrorist, Tanya Kovalchuk, was faint with alarm.
There is no one in the dining-room but the players, and nurse, Agafya Ivanovna, is in the kitchen, showing the cook how to cut a pattern, while their elder brother, Vasya, a schoolboy in the fifth class, is lying on the sofa in the drawing-room, feeling bored. They are playing with zest. The greatest excitement is expressed on the face of Grisha.
We went out. A curly-headed, rosy-cheeked boy of fifteen was sitting in the cart as driver, and with difficulty holding in the well-fed piebald horse. Round the cart stood six young giants, very like one another, and Fedya. 'All of these Hor's sons! said Polutikin. Look out, Vasya, he went on, turning to the coachman; 'drive like the wind; you are driving the master.
"Vasya Pryatchnikov," he said, with a good-natured smile on his damp, red lips, addressing himself principally to the most important guest, Alexey Alexandrovitch, "they told me today he fought a duel with Kvitsky at Tver, and has killed him."
Their faces are tear-stained, but that does not prevent them from smiling; Alyosha is positively blissful, there has been a squabble! Vasya, the fifth form schoolboy, walks into the dining-room. He looks sleepy and disillusioned. "This is revolting!" he thinks, seeing Grisha feel in his pockets in which the kopecks are jingling. "How can they give children money?
But no sooner had Vasya gone out of the yard, when in came Mashenka. Ah! What I had to suffer! She hung on my neck, weeping and praying: 'For God's sake, don't cast me off; I can't live without you!" "The vile hussy!" sighed Dyudya. "I swore at her, stamped my foot, and dragging her into the passage, I fastened the door with the hook. 'Go to your husband, I cried. 'Don't shame me before folks.
'Are you in the service? 'No, I'm not in the service yet, but I think I shall enter. But what's the service?... People are the chief thing. What people I have got to know here!... A boy came in with a bottle of champagne on a black tray. 'There, and this is a good fellow.... Isn't that true, Vasya, that you're a good fellow? To your health!
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