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Updated: June 11, 2025
Arina Timofyevna, my darling, bring me a little glass of spirits. The miller's wife rose and vanished into the darkness. Yermolai began to sing in an undertone 'When I went to see my sweetheart, I wore out all my shoes. Arina returned with a small flask and a glass. Yermolai got up, crossed himself, and drank it off at a draught. 'Good! was his comment.
'The potatoes are ready; will you come and eat them? I came out of the outhouse; the miller's wife got up from the tub and was going away. I addressed her. 'Have you kept this mill long? 'It's two years since I came on Trinity day. 'And where does your husband come from? Arina had not caught my question. 'Where's your husband from? repeated Yermolai, raising his voice. 'From Byelev.
We cried out, but it was too late; in an instant we were standing in the water up to our necks, surrounded by the floating bodies of the slaughtered ducks. Each of us kept his gun above his head, and Sutchok, no doubt from the habit of imitating his masters, lifted his pole above him. The first to break the silence was Yermolai.
But it was two miles to the village. 'Let us stay the night here, I said, 'in the open air the night is warm; the miller will let us have some straw if we pay for it. Yermolai agreed without discussion. We began again to knock. 'Well, what do you want? the workman's voice was heard again; 'I've told you we can't. We explained to him what we wanted.
While Yermolai went after his 'simple fellow' the idea occurred to me that it might be better for me to drive into Tula myself.
From my Yermolai and others I had often heard stories about the forester Biryuk, whom all the peasants of the surrounding districts feared as they feared fire. According to them there had never been such a master of his business in the world before.
This expression struck him as most amusing. The same evening we got back to his village. I related the adventure that had befallen us to Yermolai. Being sober, he expressed no sympathy; he only gave a grunt whether of approval or reproach, I imagine he did not know himself.
'We had our mill on fire like that last year; some fish-dealers stayed the night, and they managed to set it on fire somehow. 'But, my good friend, we can't sleep in the open air! 'That's your business. He went away, his boots clacking as he walked. Yermolai promised him various unpleasant things in the future. 'Let us go to the village, he brought out at last, with a sigh.
And now I will only add for myself that the next day I started off hunting at earliest dawn with Yermolai, and returned home after the day's sport was over ... that a week later I went again to Radilov's, but did not find him or Olga at home, and within a fortnight I learned that he had suddenly disappeared, left his mother, and gone away somewhere with his sister-in-law.
The harriers were gaining on the hare... it squatted for a moment, doubled sharply back, and darted past Yermolai into the bushes.... The harriers rushed in pursuit.
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