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Updated: June 11, 2025
Two bags were fastened on to his sash, one in front, skilfully tied into two halves, for powder and for shot; the other behind for game: wadding Yermolai used to produce out of his peculiar, seemingly inexhaustible cap.
We put macintosh capes almost right over our heads, and stood under the trees to avoid the raindrops.... The waterproof capes, to say nothing of their hindering our shooting, let the water through in the most shameless fashion; and under the trees, though at first, certainly, the rain did not reach us, afterwards the water collected on the leaves suddenly rushed through, every branch dripped on us like a waterspout, a chill stream made its way under our neck-ties, and trickled down our spines.... This was 'quite unpleasant, as Yermolai expressed it.
'Come, come, come! Yermolai shouted roughly to him and Sutchok, scrambling, hopping and skipping, managed to reach a shallower place, but even in his greatest extremity was never so bold as to clutch at the skirt of my coat. Worn out, muddy and wet, we at last reached the bank. Two hours later we were all sitting, as dry as circumstances would allow, in a large hay barn, preparing for supper.
'Yermolai, the huntsman, brought me here. But you tell me... 'Tell you about my trouble? Certainly, sir. It happened to me a long while ago now six or seven years. I had only just been betrothed then to Vassily Polyakov do you remember, such a fine-looking fellow he was, with curly hair? he waited at table at your mother's.
Yermolai belonged to one of my neighbours, a landowner of the old style. Landowners of the old style don't care for game, and prefer the domestic fowl.
Yermolai never fed him. 'Me feed a dog! he reasoned; 'why, a dog's a clever beast; he finds a living for himself. And certainly, though Valetka's extreme thinness was a shock even to an indifferent observer, he still lived and had a long life; and in spite of his pitiable position he was not even once lost, and never showed an inclination to desert his master.
Vladimir and Yermolai had both decided that we could not shoot without a boat. We must go to him. 'To whom? I asked. 'The man lives here; Sutchok is his nickname. Vladimir went with Yermolai to Sutchok's. I told them I would wait for them at the church.
While Yermolai was baking the potatoes in the embers, I had time to fall into a doze. I was waked by a discreetly-subdued whispering near me. I lifted my head; before the fire, on a tub turned upside down, the miller's wife sat talking to my huntsman.
There was not much conversation between us; indeed, we tried not to look at one another. The ducks hovered over our heads; some seemed disposed to settle near us, but suddenly rose up into the air and flew away quacking. We began to grow numb. Sutchok shut his eyes as though he were disposing himself to sleep. At last, to our indescribable delight, Yermolai returned. 'Well?
I took my seat, looking at my watch: it was a quarter past ten. Yermolai did not even say good-bye to me he was engaged in beating his Valetka Filofey tugged at the reins, and shouted in a thin, thin voice: 'Hey! you little ones!
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