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Updated: June 9, 2025


Gavrila was waiting till she should be awake, to give the order for a final assault on Gerasim's stronghold, while he prepared himself to face a fearful storm. But the storm did not come off. The old lady lay in bed and sent for the eldest of her dependent companions.

The village elder was at first surprised; but the hay-cutting had just begun; Gerasim was a first-rate mower, and they put a scythe into his hand on the spot, and he went to mow in his old way, mowing so that the peasants were fairly astounded as they watched his wide sweeping strokes and the heaps he raked together. . . . In Moscow the day after Gerasim's flight they missed him.

If you go wrong once, they'll be at you forever after with their fault-finding, and never give you peace." "Don't worry about that, Yegor Danilych." "Well well." Gerasim took leave, crossing the yard to go out by the gate. Polikarpych's rooms gave on the yard, and a broad beam of light from the window fell across Gerasim's way.

He picked up Mumu, and flung her promptly outside the door, just at Gerasim's feet, and half an hour later a profound stillness led in the house, and the old lady sat on her sofa looking blacker than a thundercloud. What trifles, if you think of it, will sometimes disturb any one! Till evening the lady was out of humor; she did not talk to any one, did not play cards, and passed a bad night.

The reader will now readily understand the perturbation of mind that overtook the steward Gavrila after his conversation with his mistress. I could not, indeed, put it before the mistress that Gerasim's courting Tatiana. But, after all, it's true enough; he's a queer sort of husband.

The reader will now readily understand the perturbation of mind that overtook the steward Gavrila after his conversation with his mistress. I could not, indeed, put it before the mistress that Gerasim's courting Tatiana. But, after all, it's true enough; he's a queer sort of husband.

POTÁPYCH. Somebody ought to take Uncle Gerasim's club and dress him down from top to toe. VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Now, our dear master, wouldn't you like to go present your compliments to him, in order that he might hurry up and ask your mamma's forgiveness? But see here, Gavrílovna, is mamma actually very angry? GAVRÍLOVNA. So angry, sir, that it's terrible! LEONÍD. Well, what's to be done now!

The old lady was furious, burst into tears, gave orders that he was to be found whatever happened, declared she had never ordered the dog to be destroyed, and, in fact, gave Gavrila such a rating that he could do nothing all day but shake his head and murmur, 'Well! until Uncle Tail checked him at last, sympathetically echoing 'We-ell! At last the news came from the country of Gerasim's being there.

He cut a little hole in his door on purpose for her, and she seemed to feel that only in Gerasim's garret she was completely mistress and at home; and directly she went in, she used to jump with a satisfied air upon the bed.

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