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
The man whom he had captured struggled and resisted .... but Naúm did
not release him.... Feódor immediately darted to his assistance.
"A lantern, quick, a lantern! Run for a lantern! wake the others, be
quick!"--Naúm shouted to him,--"and I 'll manage him alone meanwhile--I
'll sit on him... Be quick! and fetch a belt to bind him with!"
Feódor flew to the cottage.... The man whom Naúm was holding suddenly
ceased his resistance....
"So, evidently, 't is not enough for thee to have taken my wife and my
money, and my house, but thou art bent on destroying me also,"--he said
in a dull tone....
Naúm recognised Akím's voice.
"So 't is thou, dear little dove,"--said he;--"good, just wait a bit!"
"Let me go,"--said Akím.--"Art not thou satisfied?"
"See here, to-morrow I 'll show you in the presence of the judge how
satisfied I am...." And Naúm tightened his hold on Akím....
The labourers ran up with two lanterns and some ropes.... "Bind
him!"--ordered Naúm, sharply.... The labourers seized Akím, lifted him
up, and bound his hands behind him.... One of them was beginning to
swear, but on recognising the former landlord of the inn, he held his
peace, and merely exchanged glances with the others.
"Just see there, see there, now,"--Naúm kept repeating the while, as he
passed the lantern along the ground;--"yonder, there are coals in a pot;
just look, he has brought a whole firebrand in the pot--we must find out
where he got that pot ... and here, he has broken twigs...." And Naúm
assiduously stamped out the fire with his foot.--"Search him,
Feódor!"--he added, "and see whether he has anything more about him."
Feódor searched and felt Akím, who stood motionless with his head
drooping on his breast, like a dead man.--"There is--here 's a
knife,"--said Feódor, drawing an old kitchen-knife from Akím's breast.
"Ehe, my dear fellow, so that 's what thou hadst in mind!"--exclaimed
Naúm.--"You are witnesses, my lads--see there, he intended to cut my
throat, to burn up my house.... Lock him up in the cellar until morning;
he can't get out of there.... I will stand watch all night myself, and
to-morrow at dawn we will take him to the chief of police .... and you
are witnesses, do you hear...."
They thrust Akím into the cellar, and slammed the door behind him....
Naúm stationed two of the labourers there, and did not lie down to sleep
himself.
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