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| | Chekhov, 1894 (13th Feb 23 at 2:08am UTC) | | Every time Anna Akimovna was in a good mood and playing, the family was happy, and every time it reminded them that the old man was dead, that the old woman had no power in the house, and that everyone could live as they liked without fear of severe punishment. Only the two old strangers looked askance at Anna Akimovna with a look of bewilderment that she was singing, and that it was a sin to sing at the table. Our hostess, beauty, multicolored painting! Agavyushika began to scold in a disgusting way. Our precious diamond! So many people, so many people come to worship our princess today, Lord, it's amazing! There are generals, there are officers, there are lords. I kept looking out of the window, counting the guests, counting and counting, until I couldn't count them clearly, so I had to forget it. "In my opinion, these bastards, they'd better not come at all!" Said my aunt. She added, looking worriedly at her niece: "They are only wasting my poor orphan girl's time." Anna Akimovna was hungry, for she had eaten nothing since morning. They poured her some very bitter liqueur, which she drank, and ate a piece of corned beef with mustard, which she found very delicious. Then Marcia downstairs brought turkey, pickled apples, and gooseberries. This is delicious, too. There was only one unpleasant thing: the tiled stove kept steaming, making the air stuffy, and everyone's face hot and feverish. After supper, the servant took off the tablecloth and brought in plates of mint-honey biscuits, walnuts, and raisins. Sit down, too. Why are you standing there? Said the aunt to the cook. Agavyushika sighed and sat down at the table. Marcia also placed a wine glass in front of her, and Anna Akimovna felt that Agavyushika's white neck was steaming like the stove. It is said that it is difficult to get married now. In the past,industrial racking systems, men were greedy for money, if not for beauty, but now no one knows what they need. Once upon a time, only hunchbacked and lame girls were unmarriageable. Now, no one wants a handsome girl or a rich family. My aunt described this phenomenon as a corruption of morals, and as a loss of the fear of God; but she suddenly remembered her brothers Ivan Ivanitch and Varvarushika, both of whom had lived a godly life and feared God, and yet they had given birth to children in private and sent them to the foundling church. When she saw that something was wrong, she changed the subject and said that she had once had a suitor, a workman, whom she loved very much, but that her brother had forced her to marry a widowed icon painter, who, thankfully, died two years later. Downstairs, Marcia sat down at the table, and said with a furtive air that every morning this week a man of unknown origin had appeared in the courtyard, with a black moustache and a coat with a lambskin collar. As soon as he entered the courtyard, industrial racking systems ,heavy duty cantilever racks, he looked for a moment at the window of the big house, and then went on to the factory building; This man is very nice, with a big figure. At these words, Anna Akimovna, for some unknown reason, suddenly wanted to marry, and this desire was so strong that she could not bear it. She felt that she would be willing to give up half of her life and all her possessions if she knew in her heart that there was someone upstairs who was closer to her than anyone else in the world, who loved her passionately and was attached to her. Her soul trembled at the thought of this sublime, unutterable intimacy, and the instincts of health and youth seduced her, and deceived her that true poetic life was yet to come, and was yet to come; and she, listening, leaned back in her chair (so that her hair fell loose) and laughed, and the others saw her laugh and laughed too. The unprovoked laughter lingered in the dining room. The servant announced that the "walking worm" had come here to spend the night.
She was a mountain worshiper named Pasha, or Spyridonovna, a small, thin woman of about fifty, dressed in black, with a white kerchief on her head, with sharp eyes, a pointed nose, a pointed chin, and sly, sinister eyes that showed that she could see through anything. Her lips contracted into the shape of a heart. Because of her insidiousness and hostility to people, she was called a "walking bug" in the merchant family. She went into the dining-room, without looking at anyone, and went straight to the icon, singing "Your Christmas" in her mezzo-soprano, then "Our Lady Today," then "The Birth of Christ," and then turned around and looked at everyone with her keen eyes. Have a good holiday! She said, kissing Anna Akimovna on the shoulder. It took me a great deal of effort, a great deal of effort, to come to you, my benefactor. Then she kissed her aunt on the shoulder and said, "I came to you this morning, but on the way I stopped at some kind people's house to rest.". "Sit down a little longer, sit down a little longer, Spyridonovna." As for me, I didn't notice that it was already dark. As she did not eat meat, the servant brought her roe and salmon. As she ate, she frowned at everyone and drank three glasses of white wine. When she was full, she prayed to God and knelt down before Anna Akimovna. Like last year and the year before, they began to play "King". And all the servants, both above and below, were gathered round at the door of the house, watching them play. Anna Akimovna seemed to see the figure of Misianka flash twice through the crowd of men and women, with a tolerant smile on her face. Anna Akimovna became a soldier and paid tribute to the first king, who was a "walking worm." Later, when her aunt became king and Anna Akimovna became a peasant or a "son of a dog," everyone was very happy; but Agavyushika became a prince and blushed with joy. At the other end of the table there was a game of cards, played by two Marschas, by Varvarushika, and by Marfa Petrovna,warehouse storage racks, the seamstress, who had been awakened to play "King," and whose face was sleepy and unhappy. jracking.com | |
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