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Updated: June 24, 2025
He learned from domestic serfs loyal to him that the peasant Karp, who possessed great influence in the village commune and had recently been away driving a government transport, had returned with news that the Cossacks were destroying deserted villages, but that the French did not harm them.
I know his ways: he walks and walks past the windows, and casts his eye around for some brunette. PROKÓFYEVNA comes in. PROKÓFYEVNA. Go and tell him that he is wanted, my dear sir. KARP. Why is he wanted? PROKÓFYEVNA. You tell him; he knows why. PROKÓFYEVNA. Come out, sir, for a minute; you're wanted! BABÁYEV enters. PROKÓFYEVNA. Listen!
"The Elder.... He wants the Elder!... Dron Zakharych, you!" meek and flustered voices here and there were heard calling and caps began to come off their heads. "We don't riot, we're following the orders," declared Karp, and at that moment several voices began speaking together. "It's as the old men have decided there's too many of you giving orders." "Arguing? Mutiny!... Brigands!
Alpatych turned to the peasants and ordered two of them by name to come and bind Karp. The men obediently came out of the crowd and began taking off their belts. "Where's the Elder?" demanded Rostov in a loud voice. With a pale and frowning face Dron stepped out of the crowd. "Are you the Elder?
I'm the humblest sort of man. BABÁYEV. But, my dear sir, what shall I do here for the next four days? It is dreadful! SHISHGÁLEV. You can look around, sir, and take a glance at our city. KARP. What's the use of looking at it? What is there to see here? I suppose you'll say that St. Petersburg is not as fine a city as yours. BABÁYEV. Have you any kind of social life? SHISHGÁLEV. I beg pardon, sir?
Dron was of this opinion, but as soon as he expressed it Karp and others attacked their ex-Elder. "How many years have you been fattening on the commune?" Karp shouted at him. "It's all one to you! You'll dig up your pot of money and take it away with you.... What does it matter to you whether our homes are ruined or not?"
KARP. Because it's so noisy. PROKÓFYEVNA. Yes, I should say so! Down-stairs is a bar-room; and on market days the noise is dreadful. Please tell me, wasn't your master's mother Sofya Pavlovna, the wife of General Babáyev? KARP. Exactly so. PROKÓFYEVNA. Is their estate called Zavetnoye? KARP. Yes. PROKÓFYEVNA. So, so. I recognized him just now. I used to see him as a youngster.
Aren't you aware that the Zhmigulin ladies were always welcome at the home of your master's mother? I am also very intimately acquainted with Valentin Pávlich. KARP. You are? I doubt it. KARP. I tell you he's asleep now. LUKÉRYA. That can't be, because I've just seen him through the window. LUKÉRYA. In these modern times, these new changes have done a lot to spoil people.
Panteley Eremyitch, I assure you.... Tchertop-hanov came into the room. Nedopyuskin smiled, ceased speaking, and indicated him to me with a glance which seemed to say, 'There, you will see for yourself. We fell to talking about hunting. 'Would you like me to show you my leash? Tchertop-hanov asked me; and, not waiting for a reply, he called Karp.
"Who is your Elder here? Hey?" shouted Rostov, coming up to the crowd with quick steps. "The Elder? What do you want with him?..." asked Karp. But before the words were well out of his mouth, his cap flew off and a fierce blow jerked his head to one side. "Caps off, traitors!" shouted Rostov in a wrathful voice. "Where's the Elder?" he cried furiously.
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