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In the shed a sleepy pig was grunting with lazy regularity and a cow was knocking her horn. Yergunov lighted a match and saw the pig, and the cow, and the dogs, which rushed at him on all sides at seeing the light, but there was no trace of the horse.
Thank God, a woman drove by and gave me a lift." Meanwhile Yergunov had drunk five or six glasses of vodka; his heart felt lighter, and he longed to tell some extraordinary, wonderful story too, and to show that he, too, was a bold fellow and not afraid of anything. "I'll tell you what happened to us in Penza Province . . ." he began.
"What about Merik?" asked Lyubka. "Merik is not one of us," said Kalashnikov. "He is a Harkov man from Mizhiritch. But that he is a bold fellow, that's the truth; there's no gainsaying that he is a fine fellow." Lyubka looked slily and gleefully at Merik, and said: "It wasn't for nothing they dipped him in a hole in the ice." "How was that?" asked Yergunov.
"That's the wind," said Kalashnikov; and after a pause he raised his eyes to Yergunov and asked: "And what is your learned opinion, Osip Vassilyitch are there devils in this world or not?" "What's one to say, brother?" said Yergunov, and he shrugged one shoulder.
As he fastened his horse up in the shed, Yergunov heard a neigh, and distinguished in the darkness another horse, and felt on it a Cossack saddle. So there must be someone else in the house besides the woman and her daughter. For greater security Yergunov unsaddled his horse, and when he went into the house, took with him both his purchases and his saddle.
Kalashnikov tuned the balalaika and began playing it, but Yergunov could not make out what sort of song he was singing, and whether it was gay or melancholy, because at one moment it was so mournful he wanted to cry, and at the next it would be merry.
"I dare say. . . . My heart knows who it is I love." She put her finger on the key again, and said softly: "Give me that." Yergunov unfastened the key and gave it to her. She suddenly craned her neck and listened with a grave face, and her expression struck Yergunov as cold and cunning; he thought of his horse, and now easily pushed her aside and ran out into the yard.
He looked mockingly at the hospital assistant and said: "I did take hold of the left rein that was so; but about the smallpox you are lying, sir. And there was not a word said about the smallpox between us." Yergunov was disconcerted. "I'm not talking about you," he said. "Lie down, since you are lying down."
You had better look at me . . . ." she said, then she bent down and touched with her finger the gilt watch-key that hung on his chain. "Let me pass, or he will go off on my horse," said Yergunov.
"But you have nothing to go on. . . . You came on foot; what are you going on?" Merik bent down to Lyubka and whispered something in her ear; she looked towards the door and laughed through her tears. "He is asleep, the puffed-up devil . . ." she said. Merik embraced her, kissed her vigorously, and went out. Yergunov thrust his revolver into his pocket, jumped up, and ran after him.
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