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Updated: May 19, 2025
Pray be friendly with her, but remember, also, that she is not a person with whom to take liberties." Large, round-shouldered, and clean-shaven like a chef, Virubov was for ever hitching up breeches which had slipped from a stomach ruined with surfeits of watermelon.
"Oh, I am not speaking in your despite, Pavlushka, but to your credit," hastily Virubov had protested. "Then keep your blandishments for that heifer, your 'niece," had been Madame Ezhov's response. Upon this Virubov had risen heavily, and remarked as he moved away towards the courtyard: "All folk need to be supervised by an autocratic eye."
With Virubov, I had been sitting on a bench near the wicket-gate of his hut, as intermittently he had screwed his lecherous eyes in the direction of the stout, ox-eyed lacemaker, Madame Ezhov, who, after disposing of her form on a bank hard-by, had fallen to picking lice out of the curls of her eight-year-old Petka Koshkodav. Of course you got your price. Ye-es.
Thereafter had followed a bout of choice abuse between his neighbour and his "niece," while Virubov himself, framed in the wicket-gate, and listening to the contest, had smacked his lips as he gazed at the pair, and particularly at Madame Ezhov. At the beginning of the bout Dikanka had screeched: "It is my opinion, it is my opinion, that "
Then, bending forward, and infusing into each softly uttered word a perfect lusciousness of falsity, Virubov had added to his neighbour: "Take, for example, the working-woman who stands free of every tie." "How do I stand free of anything?" the neighbour had retorted, in complete readiness for a quarrel.
And ever, that day, as though he had been following me, could there be sighted among the tombs the dark figure of the old man who had so abruptly awakened me from slumber; and since his straw hat reflected the sunlight as brilliantly as the disk of a sunflower as it meandered hither and thither, I, in my turn, found myself following him, though thinking, all the while, of Iraklei Virubov.
Then, fool, you ought to have had a slipper smacked across that Kalmuck snout of yours. Talk of my price, indeed!" Upon this Virubov had remarked with a sigh, and in sluggish, sententious tones: "To grant the serfs emancipation was a sheer mistake. I am a humble enough servant of my country, yet I can see the truth of what I have stated, since it follows as a matter of course.
Here, in one such hut, had I myself a lodging in a diminutive attic, which not only smelt of lamp-oil, but stood in a position to have wafted to it the least gasp or ejaculation on the part of my landlord, Iraklei Virubov, a clerk in the local treasury.
At this moment, for some reason or another, there occurred to me an incident which involved the figure of Iraklei Virubov, the figure which had carpet slippers on its ponderous feet, thick lips, a greedy mouth, deceitful eyes, and a frame so huge and cavernous that the dapper little Lieutenant could have stepped into it complete. The day had been a Sunday, and the hour eventide.
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