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Who are you with? she asked
An old man, Kostomarov village.
Ermolai threw some fir branches into the fire, and the branches immediately sent out thick white smoke and threw it at his face.
Why won’t your husband let us in?
He’s afraid
Look at this fat belly, dear Alina Timofeyevna. Get me a drink.
The owner of the mill got up and disappeared into the darkness. Ermolai sang a little song.
Looking for a younger sister
The boots are worn out.
Alina came back with a small bottle of wine and a glass. Ermolai got up and drew a cross. It’s good to drink the wine in one breath, he said
Alina sat in the barrel again.
How about Alina Timofeyevna? Are you still often sick?
Always uncomfortable
How uncomfortable?
It’s hard to cough at night
His lordship seems to be asleep. Ermolai said after a short silence that you didn’t see a doctor, did you? Alina’s illness is getting worse.
I didn’t go to see it
Come and play at my place.
Alina bowed her head
At that time, I’ll drive my, uh, my wife to Ermolai and continue to be honest
You’d better wake up your master, Ermolai petrovich. Look, the potatoes are baked.
Let him sleep enough. My loyal servant calmly said that he was tired of running and slept soundly.
I turned up in the hay. Ermolai got up and walked beside me.
The potatoes are baked. Eat them.
I came from the bottom of the open shed, and the proprietress of the mill got up from the barrel and wanted to leave, so I talked to her.
Have you rented this mill for a long time?
Last year, the Holy Trinity Sunday, a religious holiday, Pentecost Sunday was rented in June for more than a year.
Where is your husband from?
Alina didn’t hear me clearly.
Where is your husband from? Ermolai asked again in a high voice.
He is Mrs. Belyov, a city dweller.
Are you Mrs. Bieliao, too?
No, I’m the landlord’s family. I’m the landlord’s family
Who?
Master Vilcov’s house. Now I’m in charge
Which Vilcov?
Alexander Sirec
Are you his wife girl?
How do you know that?
I looked at Alina with redoubled curiosity and sympathy.
I know your master, and I said
Do you know her novel and lowered her head?
I should tell you why I look at Alina with such sympathy. I happened to know Mr. Vilcov during my stay in Petersburg. He is a famous and capable person. His wife is very fat, sentimental, crying and fierce. She is a vulgar and eccentric woman. He is also a complete young master, delicate and stupid. Mr. Vilcov’s appearance is hard to compliment. His broad face is almost square. A pair of little mouse eyes are going round and round, and his big, pointed nose is turned up with his nostrils. His wrinkled forehead was cut short, and his white hair kept twitching to his thin lips. He smiled nauseating. Mr. Vilcov always crossed his legs and put his fat hands in his pockets. Once I and he went out of town by carriage, and we chatted. Mr. Vilcov was a capable man who had seen the world, so he led me to teach me the aisle.
With all due respect, at the end of the day, he pointed out that you young people are blind in judging and explaining everything, and you don’t know much about your motherland. Gentlemen, you are not familiar with Russia. That’s the way it is. You are all studying in Germany. It’s better to talk to me about this and that about slavery than you are now. I won’t argue. You said that all this is fine, but you don’t know them. Mr. Vilcov blew his nose and smelled snuff. Let me tell you something ridiculous. Maybe you. I’m interested in this. Mr. Vilcov coughed and cleared his throat. You know what kind woman is my wife. I’m afraid it’s hard to find a woman who is kinder than her. You must also admit that her maids live a life that is not ordinary people. But my wife has made a rule for herself not to marry a girl. That’s really not good. How can this girl serve her wife well and take care of her diet and daily life? This girl has already neglected these things and has not taken them to heart. This is also human nature. Well, I said it was a few years since we passed our village by bus. How can I tell you? To be honest, after 15 or 16 years, we saw a little girl in the village head’s house, whose daughter was very beautiful and her manners and attitudes were very attractive. My wife said to me, Keke, do you know that she called me that? Let’s take this girl to Petersburg. I said, let’s take her away. I’m glad not to say that the village head knelt down and thanked us. You must know that this blessing is that he can’t even think about it, but the little girl cried for a while.I want to call her in the maid’s room. Guess what? This girl has made amazing progress. My wife will soon look at her with special respect. She can’t leave her alone. It’s not easy. It should be fair to her. My wife has never seen such a good girl. She has never been diligent, obedient and everything is satisfactory. But to tell the truth, my wife is too fond of her. She dresses her so that her master can eat the same food and drink the same tea. What can she do? She just waits on my wife for ten years. I can’t believe that Alina, whose name is Alina, walked into my room without telling you. I always kneel to tell you this kind of thing. I can’t stand being alone. I can’t forget my identity at any time, can I? What’s the matter with you, master Alexander Siritch? What’s the matter? Allow me to marry. To be honest, I was very shocked at that time. Do you know that there are no other girls around my wife? I’m still talking nonsense. My wife doesn’t marry a girl, Malania, but she can stand by me. Don’t I was absolutely stunned, but I can tell you that I hate ingratitude the most. I don’t need to tell you that you know how my wife is. Even the worst person can’t bear to part with her. I drove Alina to the house and thought that she might change her mind. Do you know that I really don’t want to believe that a person could be so bad and ungrateful? But guess what? After half a year, she came to me again, and that request is to tell you the truth. I was very angry and drove her away to say some terrible words and said to tell my wife. I was extremely annoyed.What’s the matter, Alina? I can’t say anything about this. Who is it? It’s the page Peter Lushka. I’m furious. I’m just not careless. Peter Lushka has no sin to punish him, but in my opinion, it’s no wonder that he Alina, hum, hum. What’s there to say? Of course, I immediately ordered her to shave her hair, put her in coarse clothes and send her to the countryside. My wife lost a capable girl, but there’s nothing I can do. It’s best not to let people make a mess at home Cut it off, alas, alas, and think about it now. You know my wife. It’s a day after all. She really can’t bear to part with Alina. Alina has done something shameful when she knows this, hasn’t she? Just tell me, isn’t it? There’s really nothing to say. Generally speaking, it’s impossible for me to feel sad because of this girl’s ingratitude for a long time. Anyway, there is no conscience among such people. No matter how well you feed the wolf, the wolf always wants to run into the Woods. This is a lesson for the future
Mr. Vilcov turned his head and wrapped himself more tightly in his cloak before he finished his sentence, holding back his excitement.
Reading it now probably explains why I looked at Alina with sympathy.
Have you been married to the miller for a long time? I finally asked her
It’s been two years.
What, is his lordship allowed it?