The Russian Masters: Works by Dostoevsky, Chekhov, Tolstoy, Pushkin, Gogol, Turgenev and More. Максим Горький

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СКАЧАТЬ They all ran away and you after them, and till now I haven't been able to find out a thing. Aren't you ashamed? I stood godmother to your Vanichka and Lizanko, and this is the way you treat me.

      DOBCHINSKY. Godmother, upon my word, I ran so fast to pay my respects to you that I'm all out of breath. How do you do, Marya Antonovna?

      MARYA. Good afternoon, Piotr Ivanovich.

      ANNA. Well, tell me all about it. What is happening at the inn?

      DOBCHINSKY. I have a note for you from Anton Antonovich.

      ANNA. But who is he? A general?

      DOBCHINSKY. No, not a general, but every bit as good as a general, I tell you. Such culture! Such dignified manners!

      ANNA. Ah! So he is the same as the one my husband got a letter about.

      DOBCHINSKY. Exactly. It was Piotr Ivanovich and I who first discovered him.

      ANNA. Tell me, tell me all about it.

      DOBCHINSKY. It's all right now, thank the Lord. At first he received Anton Antonovich rather roughly. He was angry and said the inn was not run properly, and he wouldn't come to the Governor's house and he didn't want to go to jail on account of him. But then when he found out that Anton Antonovich was not to blame and they got to talking more intimately, he changed right away, and, thank Heaven, everything went well. They've gone now to inspect the philanthropic institutions. I confess that Anton Antonovich had already begun to suspect that a secret denunciation had been lodged against him. I myself was trembling a little, too.

      ANNA. What have you to be afraid of? You're not an official.

      DOBCHINSKY. Well, you see, when a Grand Mogul speaks, you feel afraid.

      ANNA. That's all rubbish. Tell me, what is he like personally? Is he young or old?

      DOBCHINSKY. Young—a young man of about twenty-three. But he talks as if he were older. "If you will allow me," he says, "I will go there and there." [Waves his hands.] He does it all with such distinction. "I like," he says, "to read and write, but I am prevented because my room is rather dark."

      ANNA. And what sort of a looking man is he, dark or fair?

      DOBCHINSKY. Neither. I should say rather chestnut. And his eyes dart about like little animals. They make you nervous.

      ANNA. Let me see what my husband writes. [Reads.] "I hasten to let you know, dear, that my position was extremely uncomfortable, but relying on the mercy of God, two pickles extra and a half portion of caviar, one ruble and twenty-five kopeks." [Stops.] I don't understand. What have pickles and caviar got to do with it?

      DOBCHINSKY. Oh, Anton Antonovich hurriedly wrote on a piece of scrap paper. There's a kind of bill on it.

      ANNA. Oh, yes, I see. [Goes on reading.] "But relying on the mercy of God, I believe all will turn out well in the end. Get a room ready quickly for the distinguished guest—the one with the gold wall paper. Don't bother to get any extras for dinner because we'll have something at the hospital with Artemy Filippovich. Order a little more wine, and tell Abdulin to send the best, or I'll wreck his whole cellar. I kiss your hand, my dearest, and remain yours, Anton Skvoznik-Dmukhanovsky." Oh my! I must hurry. Hello, who's there? Mishka?

      DOBCHINSKY [Runs to the door and calls.] Mishka! Mishka! Mishka! [Mishka enters.]

      ANNA. Listen! Run over to Abdulin—wait, I'll give you a note. [She sits down at the table and writes, talking all the while.] Give this to Sidor, the coachman, and tell him to take it to Abdulin and bring back the wine. And get to work at once and make the gold room ready for a guest. Do it nicely. Put a bed in it, a wash basin and pitcher and everything else.

      DOBCHINSKY. Well, I'm going now, Anna Andreyevna, to see how he does the inspecting.

      ANNA. Go on, I'm not keeping you.

      SCENE III

      Anna Andreyevna and Marya Antonovna.

      ANNA. Now, Mashenka, we must attend to our toilet. He's a metropolitan swell and God forbid that he should make fun of us. You put on your blue dress with the little flounces. It's the most becoming.

      MARYA. The idea, mamma! The blue dress! I can't bear it. Liapkin-Tiapkin's wife wears blue and so does Zemlianika's daughter. I'd rather wear my flowered dress.

      ANNA. Your flowered dress! Of course, just to be contrary. You'll look lots better in blue because I'm going to wear my dun-colored dress. I love dun-color.

      MARYA. Oh, mamma, it isn't a bit becoming to you.

      ANNA. What, dun-color isn't becoming to me?

      MARYA. No, not a bit. I'm positive it isn't. One's eyes must be quite dark to go with dun-color.

      ANNA. That's nice! And aren't my eyes dark? They are as dark as can be. What nonsense you talk! How can they be anything but dark when I always draw the queen of clubs.

      MARYA. Why, mamma, you are more like the queen of hearts.

      ANNA. Nonsense! Perfect nonsense! I never was a queen of hearts. [She goes out hurriedly with Marya and speaks behind the scenes.] The ideas she gets into her head! Queen of hearts! Heavens! What do you think of that?

      As they go out, a door opens through which Mishka sweeps dirt on to the stage. Osip enters from another door with a valise on his head.

      SCENE IV

      Mishka and Osip.

      OSIP. Where is this to go?

      MISHKA. In here, in here.

      OSIP. Wait, let me fetch breath first. Lord! What a wretched life! On an empty stomach any load seems heavy.

      MISHKA. Say, uncle, will the general be here soon?

      OSIP. What general?

      MISHKA. Your master.

      OSIP. My master? What sort of a general is he?

      MISHKA. Isn't he a general?

      OSIP. Yes, he's a general, only the other way round.

      MISHKA. Is that higher or lower than a real general?

      OSIP. Higher.

      MISHKA. Gee whiz! That's why they are raising such a racket about him here.

      OSIP. Look here, young man, I see you're a smart fellow. Get me something to eat, won't you?

      MISHKA. There isn't anything ready yet for the likes of you. You won't eat plain food. When your master takes his meal, they'll let you have the same as he gets.

      OSIP. But have you got any plain stuff?

      MISHKA. We have cabbage soup, porridge and pie.

      OSIP. That's all right. We'll eat СКАЧАТЬ