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"What letter?" she asked, looking at Peredonov with frightened eyes.
"The Princess's!" shouted Peredonov.
Varvara somehow collected herself.
She said with an impudent smile:
"How should I know where it is? You must have thrown it among the waste
paper and Klavdiushka has probably burnt it. You'd better look in your
pockets for it, if it's still to be found."
Peredonov went to the _gymnasia_ in a gloomy state of mind. Yesterday's
unpleasantness came into his mind. He thought of Kramarenko: how did
this impudent boy dare to call him a scoundrel? That meant that he was
not afraid of Peredonov. Perhaps the boy knew something about him and
would inform against him.
In class Kramarenko stared at Peredonov and smiled, which terrified
Peredonov even more. After the third class, Peredonov was again called
to see the Head-Master. He went, vaguely apprehending something
unpleasant.
Rumours of Peredonov's doings reached Khripatch from all sides. That
morning he had been told about last night's occurrence at the Club.
Yesterday, also, after lessons, Volodya Boultyakov had come to see
him--the boy who had been punished by his landlady at Peredonov's
request. To prevent a repetition of this visit with similar
consequences the boy complained to the Head-Master.
In a dry, sharp voice Khripatch repeated to Peredonov the reports that
had reached him--from reliable sources, he added--of how Peredonov
had been going to his students' homes giving their parents and
guardians false information about the children's conduct and progress,
demanding that the boys should be whipped, in consequence of which
certain disagreeable incidents had occurred among the parents, as, for
instance, last night's affair at the Club with the notary Goudayevsky.
Peredonov listened fearfully and yet irritatedly. Khripatch was silent.
"What of that?" said Peredonov in a surly voice. "It was he who struck
me. Is that the way to behave? He had no right to fly into my face. He
doesn't go to church. He believes in a monkey and he's corrupting his
son into the same sect. He ought to be reported--he's a Socialist."
Khripatch listened attentively to Peredonov and said insinuatingly:
"All this is not our affair, and I don't understand at all what
you mean by the original expression 'he believes in a monkey.' In
my opinion there's no need to enrich the history of religion with
newly-devised cults. As for the affront you received, you ought to have
brought him before a court of magistrates. But the very best thing for
you to do, is to leave the school. This would be the best way out for
you personally and for the _gymnasia_."
"I shall be an inspector," said Peredonov angrily.
"But until then," continued Khripatch, "you should restrain yourself
from these extraordinary visits. You will agree that such conduct is
unbecoming to a schoolmaster, and it loses the master his dignity in
the eyes of his pupils. To go about from house to house, whipping young
boys--this you must agree ..."
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