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Has said gloomy: "it is fine and so", and has gone again to sleep, having kept Meath the lightedIron lantern. It it was transported with the got poisoned by fumes drunkard about half an hour, it
- to it a head, and seriously already intended not to sleep all night long, but
Having exhausted has sat down somehow for one minute to take breath, and instantly
Has closed eyes, then immediately it was unconsciously stretched on a bench and has fallen asleep
As killed.
He has woken up awfully late. There were approximately hours nine mornings. The sun
Brightly shone in two windows of an izba. The yesterday's curly muzhik sat on a bench,
Already dressed in it. Before it there was a new samovar and a new shtof. Old
The yesterday's has been drunk already up, and new is emptied more than on half. It
Has jumped also in a trice has guessed that the damned muzhik is drunk again, drunk deeply and
It is irrevocable. He looked at it for about a minute, having goggled. The muzhik
Glanced at it silently and crafty, with any insulting calmness, even with Contemptious any arrogance as it seemed Meath. It has rushed to To it.
-- Allow, see... I... You possibly heard from the local watchman in that
To log hut: I lieutenant Dmitry Karamazov, the son of old man Karamazov, at which you
Will desire to trade a grove...
-- You say lies it! - the muzhik suddenly has firmly and easy rapped out.
-- How I say lies? Feodor Pavlovicha will desire to know?
-- Any your Feodor Pavlovicha I will not desire to know, - it is somehow heavy
Moving language, the muzhik has spoken.
-- Grove, grove you at it trade; yes wake up, come round. Father Pavel Ilinsky me conducted here... You to Samsonov wrote also it me to you Has sent... - Mitja choked.
-- You V-say lies! - has rapped out again Ljagavyj. At Miti feet have grown cold.
At last to speak, understand... Otherwise... Otherwise I understand nothing!
The offer... A business proposition... Rather favourable... Apropos Groves.
The muzhik important stroked a beard.
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