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Updated: May 29, 2025
"Show it me!" shouted the Captain, striking the bar with his fist and sitting down on a stool close by. "But why?" asked Vaviloff, knowing that it was better to keep his wits about him when Kuvalda got excited. "You fool! Bring it at once." Vaviloff rubbed his forehead, and turned his eyes to the ceiling in a tired way. "Where are those papers of yours?"
Petunikoff looked around him and made a face. Vaviloff looked at the icon, and then they looked simultaneously at one another, and both seemed to be favorably impressed. Petunikoff liked Vaviloff's frankly thievish eyes, and Vaviloff was pleased with the open cold, determined face of Petunikoff, with its large cheeks and white teeth.
They were greyish, and they hid themselves in his moustache, whilst two others followed them. Then Vaviloff went into his own room and stood before the icon, stood there without praying, immovable, with the salt tears running down his wrinkled brown cheeks....
At last he got up resolutely, and went to the door, leaving all the papers on the bar, and saying to Vaviloff: "Wait! Don't lift them!" Vaviloff gathered them lip, put them into the cashbox, and locked it, then felt the lock with his hand, to see if it were secure. After that, he scratched his bald head, thoughtfully, and went up on the roof of the eating-house.
Then he would thoughtfully and slowly direct his steps to the eatinghouse of Vaviloff, where he would drink silently and quickly till all his senses left him. Almost every day after his reporting he would bring a newspaper, and then gather round him all these creatures that once were men.
At last he got up resolutely, and went to the door, leaving all the papers on the bar, and saying to Vaviloff: "Wait! Don't lift them!" Vaviloff gathered them up, put them into the cash-box, and locked it, then felt the lock with his hand, to see if it were secure. After that, he scratched his bald head, thoughtfully, and went up on the roof of the eating-house.
Egor Terentievitch looked at his guest, clenching his teeth, and felt that he was master of the situation, and held his fate in his hands. Vaviloff was full of pity for himself at having to deal with this calm, cruel figure in the checked suit. "And being such a near neighbor you might have gained a good deal by helping us, and we should have remembered it too.
This confession made a very good impression on the people, and it also gave Vaviloff the opportunity of still feeding them with herrings and cabbages which were not good, though they failed to notice it, so much were they impressed. This incident was very significant, because it increased not only the teacher's popularity, but also the effect of press opinion.
He was of middle height, and had a bald head, grey hair, and straight moustaches like tooth-brushes. Upright and neat in his clean jacket, he showed by every movement that he was an old soldier. "Egorka, show me the lease and plan of your house," demanded Kuvalda, impatiently. "I have shown it you before." Vaviloff looked up suspiciously and closely scanned the Captain's face.
Vaviloff also liked Petunikoff's straightforward manner of addressing him without any pretensions, as if he were his own brother, though Vaviloff understood well enough that he was his superior, he being only a soldier. Looking at him, he grew fonder and fonder of him, and, forgetting for a moment the matter in hand, respectfully asked Petunikoff: "Where did you study?"
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