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Yefim murdered people with viper's fat. That is such a poison that folks will die from the mere smell of it, let alone the fat." "That's true," Panteley agreed. "The lads wanted to kill him at the time, but the old people would not let them. It would never have done to kill him; he knew the place where the treasure is hidden, and not another soul did know.
"Help them to pull out that eel-pout. They can't get him out." Vassily rapidly undresses and gets into the water. "In a minute. . . . I'll get him in a minute," he mutters. "Where's the eel-pout? We'll have him out in a trice! You'd better go, Yefim. An old man like you ought to be minding his own business instead of being here. Where's that eel-pout? I'll have him in a minute . . . . Here he is!
Turning around, Lubov noticed the captain of the "Yermak," Yefim, coming along the garden path. He had respectfully removed his cap and bowed to her. There was a hopelessly guilty expression on his face and he seemed abashed. Yakov Tarasovich recognized him and, instantly grown alarmed, he cried: "Where are you coming from? What has happened?"
We will cure you!" "That's as you please, your honour, we humbly thank you, only we understand. . . . Since death has come, there it is." The doctor spends a quarter of an hour over Yefim, then he gets up and says: "I can do nothing. You must go into the hospital, there they will operate on you. Go at once . . . You must go!
It is simply terrible, I tell you." "No good!" sighed Yefim. "As they say hunger will break through stone walls. The stomach, you see, has its own laws." This story called forth in Foma a great incomprehensible interest in the fate of the girl, and the youth hastened to enquire of the receiver: "Well, did the man buy her?" "Of course not!" exclaimed the receiver, reproachfully.
There is the sound of the flick of a whip. . . . A herd of cattle, driven by Yefim, the shepherd, saunter lazily down the sloping bank to drink. The shepherd, a decrepit old man, with one eye and a crooked mouth, walks with his head bowed, looking at his feet. The first to reach the water are the sheep, then come the horses, and last of all the cows. "Push him from below!" he hears Lubim's voice.
Yefim went into the shack to get his cap; then silently, without looking at anybody, he walked off at a leisurely pace and disappeared in the woods. Rybin nodded his bead in the direction he was going, saying dully: "He's suffering torments. He's stubborn. He has to go into the army, he and Yakob, here.
I have observed that if any man of the peasant class is apt to be silent, takes up with old women's jobs, and tries to live in solitude, there is no good in it, and Yefim from his youth up was always one to hold his tongue and look at you sideways, he always seemed to be sulky and bristling like a cock before a hen.
"Well, thank you, mother, for your trouble," said Rybin, interrupting Yefim. "I always think of Pavel when I look at you, and you've gone the right way." He stood before the mother, softened, with a broad, good-natured smile on his face. The atmosphere was raw, but he wore only one shirt, his collar was unbuttoned, and his breast was bared low.
"I I have come to you!" said Yefim, stopping short at the table, with a low bow. "Well, I see, you've come to me. What's the matter? Where's the steamer?" "The steamer is there!" Yefim thrust his hand somewhere into the air and heavily shifted from one foot to the other. "Where is it, devil? Speak coherently what has happened?" cried the old man, enraged. "So a misfortune, Yakov."
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