On a hot August day, I happened to be on the hunt. With difficulty I reached the key called “Raspberry Water”, striking from the high bank of Ista, got drunk and lay down in the shade. Not far from me two old men sat and fished the fish. In one of them, thin, small, in a patched coat, I recognized Stepushka.
Stepushka lived in the village of Shumihono at the gardener Mitrofan. Stepushka did not have a past. Who he is, where, what he lives of – no one knew about this. Nobody spoke to him, and he himself, it seems, did not open the mouth of the mouth. Mitrofan did not invite him to his home, but he did not drive him either. All day Stepushka was busy noiselessly and painfully, like an ant, and all just for the sake of eating. He had a small face, yellow eyes, hair to the eyebrows, a pointed little nose, large and transparent, like a bat, ears and a thin beard.
In Comrade Stepushka, I recognized Mikhailo Saveliev, nicknamed Tuman. He was a freedman of the
Count Pyotr Ilyich and lived with the Bolshevik philistine, the innkeeper. The huge two-story wooden house, where the inn was located, belonged to Peter Ilyich, a wealthy nobleman of the last century. Many old residents still remember his feasts for the whole province. Disorganized, he went to Petersburg to look for places, and died in the hotel room. The fog served as his butler. He was a man of about 70, with a pleasant face and a good-natured smile.
I approached and started a conversation. The fog began to recollect the deceased count. He remembered the hunts and feasts that Pyotr Ilyich arranged, and his numerous mistresses. The Count chose them from the low estate. The most beautiful and wicked was Akulina, the daughter of the Sithovsky Titian.
Suddenly there was a noise in the ravine behind us. I looked back and saw a man of about 50 with a knapsack behind his shoulders. The fog named him Vlas. The peasant said that he went to Moscow to his master to ask him to reduce his rent or put him in corvee. Vlas died only son, who used to pay a rent for his father. The master was angry and drove him out. The
fog asked how he would live, and Vlas, with a smile on his face and with tears in his eyes, answered that there was now nothing to take from him.
I asked how much money the master assigned to him. Ninety rubles – Vlas replied and complained that the land is small, one man’s forest, and even that sold. He sat down beside us and was deeply embarrassed. After half an hour we parted.
Peredkazala Julia Peskovaya
The main character tells how a hot August day happened to him to be on the hunt. He hardly reached the key with the name “Raspberry Water”, which beat from the high bank of the river Ista, got drunk and settled in the shade. Two old men were fishing near him. In one of them, small and thin, in a patched coat, he recognized Stepushka.
This man lived with the gardener Mitrofan in the village of Shumihono. Nobody knew who he was and where, how he lived and what he did. Nobody tried to talk to him, and he himself, it seems, has never opened his mouth. Mitrofan did not invite him to live with him, however he did not drive him away. For days on end Steposhka silently and diligently worked like an ant, just for food. The old man had a small face, yellow eyes, hair to the eyebrows, a sharp nose, a thin beard, huge and transparent, like a bat, ears.
In the comrade Stepushki, the main character recognized Mikhail Saveliev, whom everyone called Fog. He was a freedman of the Count Pyotr Ilyich and lived with a Bolshevik philistine who contained an inn. The two-story huge wooden house in which the inn was located, formerly belonged to Peter Ilyich, a very wealthy nobleman. Many old residents still remember his feasts, famous for the whole province. But having gone broke, he went to look for places in Petersburg, and died in a hotel. The fog also served as his butler. He was a 70-year-old man, with a good-natured smile and a pleasant face.
The protagonist approached and spoke to them. The fog began to remember the deceased count. He recalled the feasts and hunting that Peter Ilyich organized, as well as a huge number of his mistresses. The Count preferred girls from the low estate, and the most beautiful, but also the most evil, was Akulina, the daughter of the Sithovsky Titian.
Suddenly, in the ravine behind them there was a noise. The protagonist looked around and noticed the peasant, who was about 50 years old. The mist presented it to Vlas. The man said that he had returned from Moscow, where he went to ask the master to cut him a rent or put him in corvee. It turns out that Vlas died only son, who used to pay a dues for his father. But the master got angry and drove him out. To the question of Mist, how he will now live, Vlas with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face replied that he had nothing to take.
The protagonist asked what kind of obrok the master appointed him. Vlas replied that he was 90 rubles, and complained about a small area of land. He sat down to the company and fell for a while. And in half an hour everyone dispersed.