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Updated: July 10, 2025
For all this they were paid with vodki and flattering admiration of their talents. The inhabitants of the street were divided into two parties according to their sympathies. One was in favour of Kuvalda, who was thought "a good soldier, clever, and courageous," the other was convinced of the fact that the teacher was "superior" to Kuvalda.
Deacon Taras, who, as a rule, loved to loiter in the woods and fields, proposed to the "creatures that once were men" that they should go together into the fields, and there drink Vaviloff's vodki in the bosom of Nature. But the Captain and all the rest swore at the Deacon, and decided to drink it in the courtyard.
The pensive head was withdrawn sadly from the window at last. Silence fell in the dismal court. The Russians who had been breathing fire and vengeance were now eating smoked sturgeon and drinking vodki. A man played the fiddle to them and some danced. After all, life has something else than the story of wrong to tell us sometimes.
Kanets speaks, and it seems as if he were hammering their heads. "All these are foolish illusions ... fiddle-sticks!" It was strange to see them reasoning in this manner, these outcasts from life, tattered, drunken with vodki and wickedness, filthy and forlorn. Such conversations rejoiced the Captain's heart.
It often happened, too, that the teacher read lectures on practical morality in the eating-house. "I saw you," he said to the painter Yashka Tyarin, "I saw you, Yakov, beating your wife ..." Yashka was "touched with paint" after two glasses of vodki, and was in a slightly uplifted condition. The people looked at him, expecting him to make a row, and all were silent. "Did you see me?
That weak successor to the sovereignty of Kinesma preferred a game of cards to a bear hunt, and could never drink more than a quart of vodki without becoming dizzy and sick. "Ugh!" Prince Alexis would cry, with a shudder of disgust, "the whelp barks after the dam!" A state dinner he might give; but a festival, with dances, dramatic representations, burning tar-barrels, and cannon, no!
It often happened, too, that the teacher read lectures on practical morality in the eating-house. "I saw you," he said to the painter, Yashka Tyarin; "I saw you, Yakov, beating your wife. . . ." Yashka was "touched with paint" after having two glasses of vodki, and was in a slightly uplifted condition. The people looked at him, expecting him to make a row, and all were silent. "Did you see me?
Go and harness your horse, drive back to the court, and withdraw all these complaints against your neighbor. To-morrow go to him, offer to make peace in Christ's name, and invite him to your house. Get out the samovar and have some vodki, and over both forgive and forget each other's sins, promising not to transgress in the future, and advise your women and children to do the same."
To philosophize is always foolish; to philosophize with a drunken headache, ineffably so. Drunken headaches require vodki, and not the remorse of conscience or gnashing of teeth . . . save your teeth, or else you will not be able to protect yourself. Here are twenty kopecks. Go and buy a bottle of vodki for five kopecks, hot tripe or lungs, one pound of bread and two cucumbers.
The Saints graciously heard and answered the prayer. Word came that a huge bear had been seen in the forest stretching towards Juriewetz. The sorrowing Prince pricked up his ears, threw down his whip, and ordered a chase. Sasha, the broad-shouldered, the cunning, the ready, the untiring companion of his master, secretly ordered a cask of vodki to follow the crowd of hunters and serfs.
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