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What I fear most is: she will marry some fine gentleman, and he will be greedy, and he will let the garden to people who will run it for profit, and everything will go to the devil the very first year! In our work females are the scourge of God!" Yegor Semyonitch sighed and paused for a while. "Perhaps it is egoism, but I tell you frankly: I don't want Tanya to get married. I am afraid of it!
You don't recognize me?" "Is it you?" exclaimed Nilovna, with a sudden access of delight. "Yegor Ivanovich?" "The very same identical one!" replied he, bowing his large head with its long hair. There was a good-natured smile on his face, and a clear, caressing look in his small gray eyes. He was like a samovar rotund, short, with thick neck and short arms.
Next morning David got up as though nothing were the matter and not long after, on the same day, two important events occurred: in the morning old Latkin died, and towards evening my uncle, Yegor, David's father, arrived in Ryazan. Without sending any letter in advance, without warning anyone, he descended on us like snow on our heads.
Gerasim stammered out, "I've come listen I want to thank you ever and ever so much for the way you received me and and all the trouble you took for me but I can't take the place." "What! What does that mean?" "Nothing. I don't want the place. I will look for another one for myself." Yegor flew into a rage. "Did you mean to make a fool of me, did you, you idiot?
My beloved tutor was then at the stage when young men watch the growth of their moustache and are critical of their clothes, and so you can imagine the devout awe with which Spiridon approached him. Yegor Alexyevitch had to throw back his head, to straddle his legs like an inverted V, first lift up his arms, then let them fall.
The whole staff hurried after him; only one adjutant turned round on his saddle and took a passing glance at Yegor. 'To disobey was impossible.... Yegor was seized at once and led off to execution. 'Then he broke down altogether, and simply gasped out twice, "Gracious heavens! gracious heavens!" and then in a whisper, "God knows, it wasn't me!" 'Bitterly, bitterly he cried, saying good-bye to me.
"Here are we women who are insulted all our lives long." "I have unloaded myself!" announced Yegor from the other room. "Is the samovar ready? Let me take it in!" He lifted the samovar and talked as he carried it.
I walked a little and bethought myself: 'Where am I to go? I looked around and the gates of the prison were already closed. I began to feel awkward. I was sorry for the comrades in general. It was stupid somehow. I hadn't thought of going away." "Hm!" said Yegor. "Why, sir, you should have turned back, respectfully knocked at the prison door, and begged for admission.
Everything was silent; even our footsteps were not audible; we walked on the moss as on a carpet. Yegor in particular moved as silently as a shadow; even the brushwood did not crackle under his feet. He walked without haste, from time to time blowing a shrill note on a whistle; a woodcock soon answered back, and before my eyes darted into a thick fir-tree.
Night was fast approaching, and she grew worried, because Yegor Ivanovich had not yet come and brought her the literature which he had promised. Behind the window, gray, heavy flakes of spring snow fluttered and settled softly and noiselessly upon the pane. Sliding down and melting, they left a watery track in their course. The mother thought of her son. A cautious rap was heard.
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