Yama [The Pit], a Novel in Three PartsKuprin, A. I. (Aleksandr Ivanovich)
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Yama [The Pit], a Novel in Three Parts
Kuprin, A. I. (Aleksandr Ivanovich)
Prostitutes -- Russia -- Fiction; Russia -- Fiction; Russian fiction -- Translations into English
“Bring us a bottle of champagne here, but the real thing—Rederer demi
sec, and as cool as possible. Step lively!” she ordered the porter, who
was gaping at her with popping eyes. “We will drink with you, Tamara,
to the new business, to our brilliant and beautiful future.”
They say that dead people bring luck. If there is any foundation at all
in this superstition, then on this Saturday it could not have told
plainer: the influx of visitors was out of the ordinary, even for a
Saturday night. True, the girls, passing through the corridor or past
the room that had been Jennka’s increased their steps; timorously
glanced at it sidelong, out of the corner of the eye; while others even
crossed themselves. But late in the night the fear of death somehow
subsided, grew bearable. All the rooms were occupied, while in the
drawing room a new violinist was trilling without cease—a
free-and-easy, clean-shaven young man, whom the pianist with the
cataract had searched out somewhere and brought with him.
The appointment of Tamara as housekeeper was received with cold
perplexity, with taciturn dryness. But, having bided her time, Tamara
managed to whisper to Little White Manka:
“Listen, Manya! You tell them all that they shouldn’t pay any attention
to the fact that I’ve been chosen housekeeper. It’s got to be so. But
let them do as they wish, only don’t let them trip me up. I am as
before—their friend and intercessor ... And further on we’ll see.”
CHAPTER VII.
On the next day, on Sunday, Tamara had a multitude of cares. She had
become possessed by a firm and undeviating thought to bury her friend
despite all circumstances, in the way that nearest friends are
buried—in a Christian manner, with all the sad solemnity of the burial
of secular persons.
She belonged to the number of those strange persons who underneath an
external indolent calmness, careless taciturnity, egotistical
withdrawal into one’s self, conceal within them unusual energy; always
as though slumbering with half an eye, guarding itself from unnecessary
expenditure; but ready in one moment to become animated and to rush
forward without reckoning the obstacles.
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