Notes of a hunter: Two landlords
Two landlords, honorable people, well-intentioned, respected.
One of them was retired Major-General Vyacheslav Illarionovich Khvalynsky. A tall, once slender, he is a little aged and flabby, but still “stands briskly, laughs sonorous, jingles his spurs, twists his mustache.”
He has some oddities. Talking “with the nobles not rich or not,” he somehow looks at them in a special way, somehow pronounces the words. Can not communicate with them, as with equals. And with people “standing on the lower levels of society,” he manages to be even stranger: he does not look at them at all. But “with the governor or some official person” is very nice: “and he smiles, and nods
During the war the general did not attend, he served as a “adjutant to a significant person” in his younger years and, as you can see, did. In addition, stingy, “lived terrible” and “terrible hunter to the fair sex.” He lives alone, is still considered a bridegroom, but his housekeeper is prominent, well-dressed, about 35 years old. He reads little, “does not possess the gift of speech” and avoids long conversations. “In front of the higher persons, Khvalynsky mostly remains silent, but to the lower people, whom he apparently despises, keeps his speeches jerky and harsh”: “this, however, you are saying pus-t-ki” or: “you must, nevertheless, to know with whom you are dealing “…
From the rank of the leader of the nobility” for stinginess “refuses. He explains this by saying that he “decided to devote his leisure time to solitude.” Generally,
The second landowner, Mardary Apollonich Stepunov – an old man short, plump, bald, with a double chin, soft hands and a decent belly. He is a great hospodar and a joker; lives, as they say, in his pleasure; winter and summer walks in a striped dressing gown on cotton wool. In one he only got along with General Khvalynsky: he is also a bachelor.
He was sitting on the balcony with a guest, the author of Notes, drinking tea, but suddenly stopped, listened: “the sound of measured and frequent strikes” was heard “in the direction of the stables.” The patriarchal old man said with a kindly smile: “Chuki-chuki-chyuk, Chuky-chyuk, Chuky-chyuk!
“And there, on my orders, they’re punishing the little naughty boy… Washuu, do you want to know the bartender?”
– What Vasya?
“Yesterday, we served as a servant.”
Driving through the village, I saw barman Vasya, he walked along the street and gnawed nuts, I ordered the coachman to stop the horses and called him in.
“What, brother, did you get punished today?” I asked him
“How do you know?” Answered Vasya. “Did
your master tell me,” said the master
” Why did he order you to be punished?
“” It’s all right, my dear father. “We do not punish trifles, we do not have such an institution – . we have no master is not so; we have a gentleman… this gentleman in the whole province will not find
– I went – I said to the driver, “Here it is, the old-Rus” – a thought!. I’m on the way back
Any form of slavery for a long time, for centuries corrupts the souls of slaves and gentlemen. For a long time, for centuries Vaska Bartender and his (already more free) descendants will idolize their idols, bow before false prophets, trustfully repeat false ideas inspired by someone, slowly and painfully parting with them.
And it’s not only in Russia. As it can not be fenced off from the rest, enough of a terrible world, the Kingdom of God can not be built in one single country. “The kingdom of God does not come in a significant way – it is within us.”