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I looked round, and saw a peasant of about fifty, covered with dust, in a smock, and wearing bast slippers; he carried a wickerwork pannier and a cloak on his shoulders. He went down to the spring, drank thirstily, and got up. 'Ah, Vlass! cried Tuman, staring at him; 'good health to you, friend! Where has God sent you from?
Vlass has an older brother, Yuri, a sister, Olya, and a younger brother, Vladimir, a kind and inoffensive creature. Life runs along smoothly in the little country town. The days pass, one like the other, and the most insignificant event takes on grave importance in this monotonous life. One night, Vlass's young teacher is arrested and sent to Siberia.
My son was ill for a year before his death; he could not pay even his own rent. Vlass laughed again. 'Oh! things are in a sad way, brother Vlass, Tuman ejaculated deliberately. 'Sad! 'Who is your master? I asked him. 'Count Valerian Petrovitch. 'The son of Piotr Ilitch? 'The son of Piotr Ilitch, replied Tuman. 'Piotr Hitch gave him Vlass's village in his lifetime. 'Is he well?
A year later, a friend of the family, who has been in exile a long time, comes back secretly and passes several days at the house. Later on, it is "the beautiful, good aunt" who comes unexpectedly; but she soon departs, leaving a mass of confused and restless thoughts in the child's mind. Vlass ends his story with a most pathetic account. Far away from the little town, in one of the prisons of St.
But if one of her own relatives, her "grandchildren" showed a bad tongue, or a swollen face, Kirusha or Vlass must immediately ride post haste to the town for the doctor. The "wise woman" was a woman in the suburbs who treated the "people" with simple remedies, and rapidly relieved them of their maladies. It did, indeed, happen that many a man remained crippled for life after her treatment.
'He is well, thank God! replied Vlass. 'He has grown so red, and his face looks as though it were padded. 'You see, your honour, continued Tuman, turning to me, 'it would be very well near Moscow, but it's a different matter to pay rent here. 'And what is the rent for you altogether? 'Ninety-five roubles, muttered Vlass.
He has written numerous stories, among which "Vlass" is the most captivating. It is the childhood of Vlass told by himself. An observing little person, the child notices everything and everybody around him. His father had killed himself before the child was old enough to talk, and his mother, a very intelligent and stern woman, alone had to care for four children.
Our poor Vlass grew deeply dejected. Half-an-hour later we parted. One day in autumn on my way back from a remote part of the country I caught cold and fell ill. Fortunately the fever attacked me in the district town at the inn; I sent for the doctor. In half-an-hour the district doctor appeared, a thin, dark-haired man of middle height.
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