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Updated: May 9, 2025
Ivan used to declare afterwards that this was all due to the “ardor for good works” of Yefim Petrovitch, who was captivated by the idea that the boy’s genius should be trained by a teacher of genius. But neither Yefim Petrovitch nor this teacher was living when the young man finished at the gymnasium and entered the university.
You were put to the cart cart it and don't kick and should your blood be sucked keep quiet again. What can you say?" Suddenly Ignat appeared, walked up to the sailor and, stopping in front of him, asked sternly: "What were you talking about?" "I am talking I know," replied Yefim, hesitating. "There was no agreement that I must say nothing."
He became especially fond of the younger, Alexey, who lived for a long while as one of his family. I beg the reader to note this from the beginning. And to Yefim Petrovitch, a man of a generosity and humanity rarely to be met with, the young people were more indebted for their education and bringing up than to any one.
Let go." "What's the good of saying that? We know all about that! You get it out!" But there is no getting it out like this! One must get hold of it by the head." "And the head is under the root! We know that, you fool!" "Now then, don't talk or you'll catch it! You dirty cur!" "Before the master to use such language," mutters Yefim. "You won't get him out, lads!
"Ignaty," he said, "let's have our tea. We do housekeeping here by turns. To-day Ignaty provides us with food and drink." "To-day I'd be glad to yield my turn," remarked Ignaty, gathering up pieces of wood and branches for an open-air fire. "We're all interested in our guests," said Yefim, sitting down by Sofya's side. "I'll help you," said Yakob softly.
The peasant's eyes flashed, and he said rapidly: "I'll return it. Some of our folks bring tar not far from here. They will return it for me. Thank you! Nowadays a book is like a candle in the night to us." Rybin, already dressed and tightly girt, came in and said to Yefim: "Come, it's time for us to go." "Now, I have something to read!" exclaimed Yefim, pointing to the book and smiling inwardly.
A cart has been sent to take Yefim to the hospital. He gets ready and goes. . . . But now it is a clear bright morning. Pelageya is not at home; she has gone to the hospital to find what is being done to Yefim. Somewhere there is a baby crying, and Varka hears someone singing with her own voice: "Hush-a-bye, my baby wee, I will sing a song to thee."
They have the desire, too," answered the fellow, rubbing his chin. "The times are so now that if you don't think, you might as well lie down and die. But the people don't want to die; and so they've begun to make their brains work. 'Geology' what's that?" Pavel explained. "We don't need it!" Yefim said, replacing the book on the shelf.
Why shall I lie to you since I have observed that same policy perhaps a hundred times? Just charge me to have dealings with her. Eh? I'll make you acquainted with her in a moment." "Very well," said Foma, feeling that he could hardly breathe and that something was choking his throat. "Well, then, I'll bring her up in the evening." And Yefim smiled approvingly into Foma's face and walked off.
Ignat's son, like a wolf, showed his teeth, the apples of his eyes became wider, and he roared: "Laugh! I'll show you how to laugh!" Though Yefim lost courage, he nevertheless said with dignity: "Although you, Foma Ignatyich, are the master, yet as I was told, 'Watch, Yefim, and then I am the captain here." "The captain?" cried Foma, shuddering in every limb and turning pale. "And who am I?"
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