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Updated: May 28, 2025
You used to take wagon-loads of fish to Moscow, Yegor Ivanitch, while I in my time was at the war. I remember one extraordinary instance. . . ."
Yegor was summoned to his master. "Wait a moment," he said to Gerasim. "I'll be right back." "Very well." Yegor came back and reported that inside of half an hour he would have to have the horses harnessed, ready to drive his master to town. He lighted his pipe and took several turns in the room. Then he came to a halt in front of Gerasim.
Gerasim was fairly stunned by the great stroke of fortune. So overwhelming was his joy that his legs would scarcely carry him. He went to the coachman's room, and Yegor said to him: "Well, my lad, see to it that you do your work right, so that I shan't have to be ashamed of you. You know what masters are like.
No one has a right to interfere with him." Yegor evaded an answer; he coughed hoarsely. "Continue." "Then I went to a public museum. I walked about there, looked around, and kept thinking all the time: 'Where am I to go next? I even began to get angry with myself. Besides, I got dreadfully hungry. I walked into the street and kept on trotting. I felt very down in the mouth.
"Brother Yegor" was an architect: David and I decided that he ought to settle in Moscow and there build big schools for poor people and we would go to be his assistants. The watch, of course, we had completely forgotten; besides, David had new cares.... Of them I will speak later, but the watch was destined to remind us of its existence again.
She sighed and shook her head. "Come! give over banging on the table!" she said. "Leave off, Fyodor! And why are you thumping, Yegor Alexyevitch? What have you got to do with it?" Pobyedimsky was startled and confused. Fyodor looked intently at him, then at his wife, and began walking about the room. When mother had gone out of the lodge, I saw what for long afterwards I looked upon as a dream.
"Possibly. But the question is how to find him, how to help him keep in concealment. Just now I was walking about the streets to see if I couldn't detect him. It was a stupid thing of me to do, but I had to do something. I'm going out again." "I'll go, too," said the mother, rising. "You go to Yegor, and see if he doesn't know anything about it," Nikolay suggested, and quickly walked away.
"You will take him for the entrance examination on the seventh of August. . . . Well, good-bye; God bless you, good-bye, Yegor!" "You might at least have had a cup of tea," wailed Nastasya Petrovna. Through the tears that filled his eyes Yegorushka could not see his uncle and Father Christopher go out.
The unreal Yegor Semyonitch sighed, and after a pause went on: "When he was a boy and growing up in my house, he had the same angelic face, good and candid. The way he looks and talks and moves is as soft and elegant as his mother's. And his intellect! We were always struck with his intelligence. To be sure, it's not for nothing he's a Master of Arts! It's not for nothing!
He had already settled himself on the box of the cart and was shaking and playing with the reins. 'Come, sit down. What are you so thoughtful about? Still about the cow? 'About the cow? What cow? I repeated, and looked at Yegor: calm and stately as ever, he certainly did seem thoughtful, and was gazing away into the distance towards the fields already beginning to get dark.
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