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His sleepy face softened and a look of envy came into it. "Look, Merik," Lyubka said to him; "get me such horses and I will drive to heaven." "Sinners can't drive to heaven," said Kalashnikov. "That's for holiness."
The thread broke and the beads were scattered all over the floor, the green kerchief slipped off, and Lyubka was transformed into a red cloud flitting by and flashing black eyes, and it seemed as though in another second Merik's arms and legs would drop off. But finally Merik stamped for the last time, and stood still as though turned to stone.
Lyubka collected her beads and went out. The candle burnt down and the flame caught the paper in the candlestick. Yergunov laid his revolver and matches beside him, and put out the candle.
Martin used to be here, and Filya, and Fyodor Stukotey. . . . It was all done in style, it was all in keeping. . . . And what fun we had! We did have fun, we did have fun!" Lyubka went out and soon afterwards came back wearing a green kerchief and beads. "Look, Merik, what Kalashnikov brought me to-day," she said.
The light before the holy images flickered so much that it hurt his eyes, and patches of light danced on the ceiling, on the floor, and on the cupboard, and among them he had visions of Lyubka, buxom, full-bosomed: now she was turning round like a top, now she was exhausted and breathless. . . . "Oh, if the devils would carry off that Merik," he thought.
Then he could boldly have sung, danced, flung both arms round Lyubka as Merik did. . . . The sharp tapping, shouts, and whoops set the crockery ringing in the cupboard and the flame of the candle dancing.
"Get out of the way!" he said to Lyubka, who hurriedly bolted the door of the entry and stood across the threshold. "Let me pass! Why are you standing here?" "What do you want to go out for?" "To have a look at my horse." Lyubka gazed up at him with a sly and caressing look. "Why look at it?
"No, Lyuba, don't keep me." "Listen, Merik," said Lyubka, and her voice grew soft and tender. "I know you will find mother's money, and will do for her and for me, and will go to Kuban and love other girls; but God be with you. I only ask you one thing, sweetheart: do stay!" "No, I want some fun . . ." said Merik, fastening his belt.
And he wanted to talk to them, to brag, to drink, to have a good meal, and if possible to have a little fun with Lyubka, who sat down near him half a dozen times while they were at supper, and, as though by accident, brushed against him with her handsome shoulders and passed her hands over her broad hips.
The dark-skinned peasant had never been to the hospital, and Yergunov did not know who he was or where he came from; and now, looking at him, he made up his mind that the man must be a gypsy. The peasant got up and, stretching and yawning loudly, went up to Lyubka and Kalashnikov, and sat down beside them, and he, too, began looking at the book.
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