The diary of a superfluous man, and other storiesTurgenev, Ivan Sergeevich
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The diary of a superfluous man, and other stories
Turgenev, Ivan Sergeevich
Russia -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Turgenev, Ivan Sergeevich, 1818-1883 -- Translations into English
An hour later, this is what took place in Efrém's house. Akím, who had
not replied by a single word, during the entire course of the
drinking-bout, to the interrogations and comments of his loquacious
host, and had merely drained glass after glass, was fast asleep on the
oven, all red in the face--in a heavy, anguished slumber; the youngsters
were wondering at him, while Efrém .... Alas! Efrém was asleep also, but
only in a very cramped and cold lumber-room, in which he had been locked
up by his wife, a woman of extremely masculine and robust build. He had
gone to her in the stable, and had begun to threaten her, if she
repeated something or other, but so incoherently and unintelligibly did
he express himself that she instantly divined what the trouble was,
grasped him by the collar, and led him to the proper place. However, he
slept very well and even comfortably in the lumber-room. Habit!
Kiríllovna had not reported her conversation with Akím very accurately
to Lizavéta Prókhorovna .... and the same may be said concerning
Avdótya. Naúm had not turned her out of the house, although she had told
Akím that he had done so; he had not the right to expel her.... He was
bound to give the former proprietors time to move out. Explanations of
quite another sort had taken place between him and Avdótya. When Akím
had rushed into the street, shouting that he would go to the mistress,
Avdótya had turned to Naúm, had stared at him with all her eyes, and
clasped her hands.
"O Lord!"--she began;--"Naúm Ivánitch, what is the meaning of this? Have
you bought our inn?"
"What if I have, ma'am?"--he retorted.--"I have bought it, ma'am."
Avdótya said nothing for a while, then suddenly took fright.
"So that is what you wanted the money for?"
"Precisely as you are pleased to put it, ma'am. Ehe, I do believe that
measly little husband of yours has driven off with my horse,"--he added,
as the rumble of wheels reached his ear.--"What a fine dashing fellow he
is!"
"Why, but this is robbery, nothing else!"--shrieked Avdótya.--"For the
money is ours, my husband's, and the inn is ours ...."
"No, ma'am, Avdótya Aréfyevna,"--Naúm interrupted her:--"the inn was
n't yours, and what 's the use of saying so; the inn stood on the
lady-mistress's land, so it belonged to her also; and the money really
was yours, only you were so kind, I may put it, as to contribute it to
me, ma'am; and I shall remain grateful to you, and shall even, if the
occasion arises, return it to you,--if I should see my way to it; only,
it is n't right that I should strip myself bare. Just judge for yourself
if that is n't so."
Naúm said all this very calmly, and even with a slight smile.
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