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Updated: June 20, 2025
I was thinking, "That's the way drowned people look," and my heart was near breaking, when all at once I saw David's lips quiver and some water flowing from them. Immediately I was shoved away and everybody crowded about him. "Swing him I swing him!" some cry. "No, no, don't!" cried Wassily: "take him home." "Take him home," even Trankwillitatin cried.
We will both fight with you until you beat us or we beat you." Wassily laughed: "Fight? It's not the thing for young gentlemen to fight with a servant." David quickly took hold of Wassily's waistcoat. "True, we are not going to fight with our fists," he said, grinding his teeth. "Listen!
Be good enough to take the watch; only say nothing about it." David let go of Wassily's waistcoat. I looked at his face. Really, any one would have been frightened, he looked so fierce and cold and angry. Wassily ran into the house, and at once returned, bringing the watch.
"It is not there. I thought you'd taken it to help your friends, and it was that Wassily." I told David what I had heard beneath the window. But how describe my astonishment? I thought David would be vexed, but I could not have expected what really happened, I had hardly finished my story when he burst into the most ungovernable rage.
As soon as that sleepy, heavy quiet came which even now falls like a hot feather comforter on a Russian house after dinner, David went, I following him with a beating heart, into the servants' hall and called Wassily out. At first he did not want to come, but finally he concluded to obey and to follow us into the garden. David stood squarely before him: Wassily was a whole head the taller.
"You must warm yourself: we'll take something hot together," said some one. Then some one forces his way to the front it is Wassily. "What are you all doing here?" he cries piteously. "We must bring him to life. He's our young master." "Bring him to life! bring him to life!" is heard in the ever-growing crowd. "We must hold him up by the feet." "Hold him up by the feet! That's the best thing."
As I was passing beneath the open window of a drinking-house I suddenly heard the voice of our servant Wassily, a young, careless fellow, a big good-for-nothing and a rascal, as my father used to call him, but also a great conqueror of female hearts, which he attacked by his wit, his skill in dancing and his music.
I shall give you a knife and take one myself, and we shall see who Alexis!" he called to me, "go and bring me my large knife: you know the one with the bone handle: it is lying on the table. I have the other in my pocket." Wassily nearly fell to the ground. David still held him by the waistcoat. "Have mercy on me, David," he stammered forth, the tears coming into his eyes. "What does this mean?
"Wassily Tarentiev," began my comrade with a firm voice, "six weeks ago you took from under this apple tree a watch which we had placed there. You had no right to do that: it was not yours. Give it to me at once." Wassily was somewhat amazed, but he soon collected himself: "What watch? What are you talking about? God knows I haven't any watch." "I know what I'm saying: don't lie.
The stamping of feet, the creaking of the stairs, the rush of the crowd, are all coming straight toward us. I am nearly dead with fright, and even David is as pale as a sheet, but his eye is as bold as an eagle's. "That wretched Wassily has betrayed us," he hisses between his teeth.
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