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
“And so we’ll pay our family visits, will look at the fair, pay a visit
to the CHATEAU DES FLEURS, enjoy ourselves a little, stroll a bit, and
then to the Volga down to Tzaritzin, to the Black Sea, and then again
home to our native Odessa.”
“That’s a fine journey,” said the sub-lieutenant modestly.
“I should say it’s fine,” agreed Simon Yakovlevich; “but there are no
roses without thorns. The work of a travelling salesman is exceedingly
difficult and requires many kinds of knowledge, and not so much the
knowledge of business as the knowledge of—how shall I say it?—the
knowledge of the human soul. Another man may not even want to give an
order, but you must work like an elephant to convince him, and argue
until he feels the clearness and justice of your words. Because I take
only absolutely clean lines exclusively, of which there can be no
doubts. A fake or a bad line I will not take, although they should
offer me millions for it. Ask wherever you like, in any store which
deals in cloths or suspenders GLOIRE—I’m also a representative from
this firm—or buttons HELIOS—you just ask who Simon Yakovlevich Horizon
is, and everyone will answer you: ‘Simon Yakovlevich is not a man, but
gold; this is a disinterested man, as honest as a diamond.’” And
Horizon was already unpacking long boxes with patented suspenders, and
was showing the glistening leaves of cardboard, covered with regular
rows of vari-coloured buttons.
“There happen great unpleasantnesses, when the place has been worked
out, when a lot of travelling salesmen have appeared before you. Here
you can’t do anything; they absolutely won’t listen to you, only wave
their arms. But that’s only for others. I am Horizon! I can talk him
over, the same like a camel from a menagerie. But it happens still more
unpleasant, when two competitors in one and the same line come together
in the same town. And it happens even worse when it’s some chimney
sweep and can’t do business himself and spoils business for you too.
Here you go to all sorts of tricks: let him drink till he’s drunk or
let him go off somewhere on a false track. Not an easy trade! Besides
that, I have one more line—that’s false eyes and teeth. But it ain’t a
profitable line. I want to drop it. And besides I’m thinking of leaving
all this business. I understand, it’s all right for a young man, in the
bloom of his powers, to flutter around like a moth, but once you have a
wife, and may be a whole family even ...” he playfully patted the woman
on the knee, from which she became scarlet and looked uncommonly
better. “For the Lord has blessed us Jews with fecundity for all our
misfortunes ... Then you want to have some business of your own, you
want, you understand, to become settled in one place, so’s there should
be a shack of your own, and your own furniture, and your own bedroom,
and kitchen ... Isn’t that so, your excellency?”
“Yes ... Yes ... eh—eh ... Yes, of course, of course,” condescendingly
responded the general.
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