Authors, Russian -- Biography; Gorky, Maksim, 1868-1936; Russia -- Social life and customs
"What about me? I go into it because something calls me. Though I don't
want to."
After this philosophising they again tried to get the better of one
another, but when they had finished their accounts, perspiring and
tired from the effort, they went out to the tavern to drink tea,
inviting the master to go with them.
On the market-place it was my duty to watch these people, to see that
they did not steal nails, or bricks, or boards. Every one of them, in
addition to my master's work, held contracts of his own, and would try
to steal something for his own work under my very nose. They welcomed
me kindly, and Shishlin said:
"Do you remember how you wanted to come into my gang? And look at you
now; put over me as chief!"
"Well, well," said Osip banteringly, "keep watch over the river-banks,
and may God help you!"
Petr observed in an unfriendly tone:
"They have put a young crane to watch old mice."
My duties were a cruel trial to me. I felt ashamed in the presence of
these people. They all seemed to possess some special knowledge which
was hidden from the rest of the world, and I had to watch them as if
they had been thieves and tricksters. The first part of the time it was
very hard for me, but Osip soon noticed this, and one day he said to me
privately:
"Look here, young fellow, you won't do any good by sulking--understand?"
Of course I did not understand, but I felt that he realized the
absurdity of my position, and I soon arrived at a frank understanding
with him.
He took me aside in a corner and explained:
"If you want to know, the biggest thief among us is the bricklayer,
Petrukha. He is a man with a large family, and he is greedy. You want
to watch him well. Nothing is too small for him; everything comes in
handy. A pound of nails, a dozen of bricks, a bag of mortar--he 'll
take all. He is a good man, God-fearing, of severe ideas, and well
educated, but he loves to steal! Ephimushka lives like a woman. He is
peaceable, and is harmless as far as you are concerned. He is clever,
too--humpbacks are never fools! And there's Gregory Shishlin. He has a
fad--he will neither take from others nor give of his own. He works for
nothing; any one can take him in, but he can deceive no one. He is not
governed by his reason."
"He is good, then?"
Osip looked at me as if I were a long way from him, and uttered these
memorable words:
"True enough, he is good. To be good is the easiest way for lazy
people. To be good, my boy, does not need brains."
"And what about you?" I asked Osip.
He laughed and answered:
"I? I am like a young girl. When I am a grandmother I will tell you all
about myself; till then you will have to wait. In the meanwhile you can
set your brains to work to find out where the real 'I' is hidden. Find
out; that is what you have to do!"
He had upset all my ideas of himself and his friends.
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