United States or Israel ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"For example," said he, "the miller has been twice to ask me for delay, swearing by Christ the Lord that he has no money. What little cash he had he put into the dam." Yakov was a serf, and was a most devoted and assiduous man, excessively economical in managing his master's affairs, and constantly worried himself over the increase of his master's property at the expense of that of his mistress.
But the assistant had already sent for the next patient, and a peasant woman came into the consulting room with a boy. "Go along! go along," he said to Yakov, frowning. "It's no use to " "In that case put on leeches, anyway! Make us pray for you for ever." The assistant flew into a rage and shouted: "You speak to me again! You blockhead. . . ."
Yakov, I am going to send a telegram to the station myself, in a few minutes, by my coachman. You can give him the general's telegram, too." "Very well, madam." "And another thing. I shall not go to bed. If there is any change in your master's condition, Yakov, come and knock at my door at once. I beg of you, tell me the very moment anything happens.
Looking at the old woman, Yakov for some reason reflected that he had not once in his life been affectionate to her, had had no feeling for her, had never once thought to buy her a kerchief, or to bring her home some dainty from a wedding, but had done nothing but shout at her, scold her for his losses, shake his fists at her; it is true he had never actually beaten her, but he had frightened her, and at such times she had always been numb with terror.
About two days later there was a new pilot and another machinist on the steamer. "And where is Yakov?" asked the boy. "I discharged him. I ordered him away." "For that?" queried Foma. "Yes, for that very thing." "And Petrovich, too?" "Yes, I sent him the same way." Foma was pleased with the fact that his father was able to change the men so quickly.
Her only treat is when I bring an apple or some biscuit from a visit. . . ." Father Yakov scratched his head again with both hands. "And it makes us feel not love but pity for each other. . . . I cannot look at her without compassion! And the things that happen in this life, O Lord!
In the morning he got up with an effort and went to the hospital. The same Maxim Nikolaitch told him to put a cold compress on his head, and gave him some powders, and from his tone and expression of face Yakov realized that it was a bad case and that no powders would be any use.
'That's right! I thought, 'that's right! That means that he is a cultured man who loves business and order, who, in general, loves to arrange life, loves to live, knows the value of himself and of life. Good!" Yakov Tarasovich trembled, his wrinkles spread over his face like beams, from his smiling eyes to his lips, and his bald head looked like some dark star.
Then follows a short pause, during which the two speakers sip their tea with genuine Russian enjoyment. At length, Yakov Andreievitch breaks the silence by saying, in a reverential undertone, "Tell me now, Pavel Petrovitch you who know everything how did the Nyemtzi manage to take Paris-Gorod if it was such a strong place?
Aglaia stormed and Yakov, too, flew into a passion and shouted: "Go out of my house!" while Matvey answered him: "The house belongs to both of us." Yakov would begin singing and reading again, but he could not regain his calm, and unconsciously fell to dreaming over his book.
Word Of The Day