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Updated: August 13, 2024
'This is not the place to sing, Kuprya replied firmly; 'this is the manor counting-house. 'And what's that to do with you? you've got your eye on a place as clerk, eh? answered Konstantin with a coarse laugh. 'That's what it is! 'Everything rests with the mistress, observed the poor wretch. 'There, that's what he's got his eye on! a fellow like him! oo! oo! a!
'No, gentlemen, I tell you what, a tall, thin man, with a face spotted with pimples, a valet probably, from his frizzed and pomatumed head, remarked in a careless and disdainful voice; 'let Kuprya Afanasyitch sing us his song. Come on, now; begin, Kuprya Afanasyitch. 'Yes! yes! put in the others. 'Hoorah for Alexandra!
He carried a bundle of firewood on his shoulder. Five house-serfs were crowding round him, all shouting, 'Kuprya! there's no suppressing Kuprya! Kuprya's been turned stoker; Kuprya's turned a stoker! But the man in the coat with the plush collar did not pay the slightest attention to the uproar made by his companions, and was not in the least out of countenance.
'Ugh!... what a bear! the head clerk muttered after him, shaking his head, and set to work again on his reckoning frame. Suddenly shouts of 'Kuprya!
'Come tell us, confess now, Kuprya, Nikolai Eremyitch began complacently, obviously tickled and diverted himself; 'is it bad being stoker? Is it an easy job, eh? 'Nikolai Eremyitch, began Kuprya, 'you're head-clerk among us now, certainly; there's no disputing that, no; but you know you have been in disgrace yourself, and you too have lived in a peasant's hut.
The fat man smoothed his hair, coughed into his hand, which was almost completely hidden in his coat-sleeve, buttoned himself, and set off with rapid strides to see the lady of the manor. In a little while the whole party trailed out after him, together with Kuprya. My old friend, the clerk-on duty, was left alone. He set to work mending the pens, and dropped asleep in his chair.
You go through what I have, Konstantin Narkizitch, before you blame me! 'And you picked out a nice one to fall in love with! a regular fright. 'No, you must not say that, Konstantin Narkizitch. 'Who's going to believe that? I've seen her, you know; I saw her with my own eyes last year in Moscow. 'Last year she had gone off a little certainly, observed Kuprya.
'You went off with a passport sharp enough, but never a halfpenny of rent did the masters see from you, and you never earned a farthing for yourself, you just managed to crawl home again and you've never had a new rag on you since. 'Ah, well, what could one do! Konstantin Narkizitch, responded Kuprya; 'a man falls in love a man's ruined and done for!
Kuprya! there's no knocking down Kuprya! were heard in the street and on the steps, and a little later there came into the counting-house a small man of sickly appearance, with an extraordinarily long nose and large staring eyes, who carried himself with a great air of superiority. He was dressed in a ragged little old surtout, with a plush collar and diminutive buttons.
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