Authors, Russian -- Biography; Gorky, Maksim, 1868-1936; Russia -- Social life and customs
"I will give three _greven_ and ten cigarettes to whichever of you
three will sleep till daylight on the coffin, and I will pull the ears
of the one who is afraid--as long as he likes. Well?"
We were all silent, confused, and Ludmilla's mother said:
"What nonsense! What do you mean by putting the children up to such
nonsense?"
"You hand over a ruble, and I will go," announced Tchurka, gruffly.
Kostrom at once asked spitefully:
"But for two _greven_--you would be afraid?" Then he said to Valek:
"Give him the ruble. But he won't go; he is only making believe."
"Well, take the ruble."
Tchurka rose, and, without saying a word and without hurrying, went
away, keeping close to the fence. Kostrom, putting his fingers in his
mouth, whistled piercingly after him.; but Ludmilla said uneasily:
"O Lord, what a braggart he is! I never!"
"Where are you going, coward?" jeered Valek. "And you call yourself
the first fighter in the street!" It was offensive to listen to his
jeers. We did not like this overfed youth; he was always putting up
little boys to do wrong, told them obscene stories of girls and women,
and taught them to tease them. The children did what he told them,
and suffered dearly for it. For some reason or other he hated my dog,
and used to throw stones at it, and one day gave it some bread with
a needle in it. But it was still more offensive to see Tchurka going
away, shrinking and ashamed.
I said to Valek:
"Give me the ruble, and I will go."
Mocking me and trying to frighten me, he held out the ruble to
Ludmilla's mother, who would not take it, and said sternly:
"I don't want it, and I won't have it!" Then she went out angrily.
Ludmilla also could not make up her mind to take the money, and this
made Valek jeer the more. I was going away without obtaining the money
when grandmother came along" and, being told all about it, took the
ruble, saying to me softly:
"Put on your overcoat and take a blanket with you, for it grows cold
toward morning."
Her words raised my hopes that nothing terrible would happen to me.
Valek laid it down on a condition that I should either lie or sit on
the coffin until it was light, not leaving it, whatever happened, even
if the coffin shook when the old man Kalinin began to climb out of the
tomb. If I jumped to the ground I had lost.
"And remember," said Valek, "that I shall be watching you all night."
When I set out for the cemetery grandmother made the sign of the cross
over me and kissed me.
"If you should see a glimpse of anything, don't move, but just say,
'Hail, Mary.'"
I went along quickly, my one desire being to begin and finish the
whole thing. Valek, Kostrom, and another youth escorted me thither. As
I was getting over the brick wall I got mixed up in the blanket, and
fell down, but was up in the same moment, as if the earth had ejected
me. There was a chuckle from the other side of the wall. My heart
contracted; a cold chill ran down my back.
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