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Yegorushka did eat it, though after the goodies and poppy-cakes he had every day at home, he did not think very much of the honey, which was mixed with wax and bees' wings. He ate while Moisey Moisevitch and the Jewess looked at him and sighed. "Where are you going, dearie?" asked the Jewess. "To school," answered Yegorushka. "And how many brothers and sisters have you got?"
Yegorushka rubbed his eyes. In the middle of the room there really was standing an Excellency, in the form of a young plump and very beautiful woman in a black dress and a straw hat. Before Yegorushka had time to examine her features the image of the solitary graceful poplar he had seen that day on the hill for some reason came into his mind.
Several hands caught him, lifted him high into the air, and he found himself on something big, soft, and rather wet with dew. It seemed to him now as though the sky were quite close and the earth far away. "Hey, take his little coat!" Deniska shouted from somewhere far below. His coat and bundle flung up from far below fell close to Yegorushka.
"It must be two o'clock now," she said; "it will soon be time to get up. Our lads are out on the steppe for the night; they are all wet through for sure. . . ." "Granny," said Yegorushka. "I am sleepy." "Lie down, my dear, lie down," the old woman sighed, yawning. "Lord Jesus Christ! I was asleep, when I heard a noise as though someone were knocking.
This was Yegorushka, Kuzmitchov's nephew. With the sanction of his uncle and the blessing of Father Christopher, he was now on his way to go to school.
On seeing Yegorushka, she made a doleful, woe-begone face, heaved a long drawn-out sigh, and before he had time to look round, put to his lips a slice of bread smeared with honey. "Eat it, dearie, eat it!" she said. "You are here without your mamma, and no one to look after you. Eat it up."
After his meal Kuzmitchov took a sack containing something out of the chaise and said to Yegorushka: "I am going to sleep, and you mind that no one takes the sack from under my head." Father Christopher took off his cassock, his girdle, and his full coat, and Yegorushka, looking at him, was dumb with astonishment.
Three minutes later Yegorushka was sitting beside her, answering her endless questions and eating hot savoury cabbage soup. In the evening he sat again at the same table and, resting his head on his hand, listened to Nastasya Petrovna.
The old man scratched his forehead, glanced upwards at Yegorushka with his red eyes, and went on: "Maxim Nikolaitch, the gentleman from Slavyanoserbsk, brought a little lad to school, too, last year. I don't know how he is getting on there in studying the sciences, but he was a nice good little lad. . . . God give them help, they are nice gentlemen.
After saying his prayers he made the sign of the cross over the window, the door, Yegorushka, and Ivan Ivanitch, lay down on the little sofa without a pillow, and covered himself with his full coat. A clock in the corridor struck ten.
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