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And, after all, an independent life is the best life; so I hawk myself about like a pot of beer, and say, 'Drink of this, anyone who likes, while it still contains liquor." "It makes one feel ashamed to hear such talk," said Vologonov with a sigh. In response she burst out laughing. "What a virtuous man!" was her comment upon his remark.

In fact, they went and set up a piano! Yes, the Kapustins, like the Polukonovs, may be 'written down as dead." Throughout, Vologonov speaks in a tone of unassailable conviction, in a tone implying that never could things happen, never could things have happened, otherwise than as he has stated.

Whereafter he added in the coaxing tone of a child: "We shall all of us have to die." "Yes, but come, come!" expostulated Vologonov. "What are you blurting out NOW? That much I know without your telling me always have I known, little friend, that each of us is hastening towards his death. Yet your want of understanding exceeds what should be." "Dogs run-" "Dogs? Now, enough, little fellow."

All the evening sky was now aflame. Upon the ear there fell the mournful lament: When snow has veiled the earth in white, The snowy plain the wild wolves tread. They wail for the cheering warmth of spring As I bewail the bairn that's dead. Vologonov listened for a moment. Then he said firmly: "These are mere accesses of impulse which come upon her. And that is only what might be expected.

But once when she and Antipa and I were seated gossiping at the entrance-gates, and I inquired of her whether Nilushka's father were still surviving, she replied in a careless way: "He is so, damn him!" "Then who is he?" Felitzata, as usual, licked her faded, but still comely, lips with the tip of her tongue before she replied: "A monk." "Ah!" Vologonov exclaimed with unexpected animation.

For instance, once I overheard Vologonov reproach her for not leading a more becoming life: "You ought to have more self-restraint," said he, "seeing that you are a lady, and also your own mistress." "That is played out, my friend," she replied. "You see, I have had very much to bear, for there was a time when such hunger used to gnaw at my belly as you would never believe.

Vologonov stirs his strong, stewed tea with a battered old teaspoon, and says with a sigh as he sips a little: "All my life I have been engaged in gaining experience so that now I know most things, and ought to be listened to with attention.

"Yes, and many another man than he has run after me for his pleasure," continued Felitzata in a tone of reminiscence. This led Vologonov to cough, rise to his feet, lay his hand upon the woman's claret-coloured sleeve of satin, and say sternly: "Do you come into my room, for I have business to transact with you." As she complied she smiled and winked at me.

In short, the inhabitants of the place resemble needles and threads with which some rough, clumsy, and impatient hand is for ever trying to darn a ragged cloth which as constantly parts and rends. The chief person of repute in the suburb is my landlord, one Antipa Vologonov a little old man who keeps a shop of "odd wares," and also lends money on pledge.

And as Vologonov proceeded he grew unwontedly enthusiastic, and went so far as to clench his fists until presently he heaved a sigh, as though mentally hurt, and said frowningly and reproachfully to the woman: "Why did you never tell us this before? It was exceedingly negligent of you." Felitzata looked at the old man with sarcasm and sauciness gleaming in her brown eyes.