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The Cook's Wedding and Other Stories
AFTER the festive dinner with its eight courses and its endless
conversation, Olga Mihalovna, whose husband's name-day was being
celebrated, went out into the garden. The duty of smiling and
talking incessantly, the clatter of the crockery, the stupidity of
the servants, the long intervals between the courses, and the stays
she had put on to conceal her condition from the visitors, wearied
her to exhaustion. She longed to get away from the house, to sit in
the shade and rest her heart with thoughts of the baby which was to
be born to her in another two months. She was used to these
thoughts coming to her as she turned to the left out of the big
avenue into the narrow path. Here in the thick shade of the plums
and cherry-trees the dry branches used to scratch her neck and
shoulders; a spider's web would settle on her face, and there would
rise up in her mind the image of a little creature of undetermined
sex and undefined features, and it began to seem as though it were
not the...
LENKA, the daughter of the retired collegiate assessor,
Plemyanniakov, was sitting in her back porch, lost in thought. It
was hot, the flies were persistent and teasing, and it was pleasant
to reflect that it would soon be evening. Dark rainclouds were
gathering from the east, and bringing from time to time a breath of
moisture in the air.
Kukin, who was the manager of an open-air theatre called the
Tivoli, and who lived in the lodge, was standing in the middle of
the garden looking at the sky.
"Again " he observed despairingly. "It's going to rain again Rain
every day, as though to spite me. I might as well hang myself It's
ruin Fearful losses every day."
He flung up his hands, and went on, addressing Olenka:
"There that's the life we lead, Olga Semyonovna. It's enough to
make one cry. One works and does one's utmost, one wears oneself
out, getting no sleep at night, and racks one's brain what to do
for the best.
The House With The Mezzanine and Other Stories
ONE day when she was younger and better-looking, and when her voice
was stronger, Nikolay Petrovitch Kolpakov, her adorer, was sitting
in the outer room in her summer villa. It was intolerably hot and
stifling. Kolpakov, who had just dined and drunk a whole bottle of
inferior port, felt ill-humoured and out of sorts. Both were bored
and waiting for the heat of the day to be over in order to go for a
walk.
All at once there was a sudden ring at the door. Kolpakov, who was
sitting with his coat off, in his slippers, jumped up and looked
inquiringly at Pasha.
"It must be the postman or one of the girls," said the singer.
Kolpakov did not mind being found by the postman or Pasha's lady
friends, but by way of precaution gathered up his clothes and went
into the next room, while Pasha ran to open the door. To her great
surprise in the doorway stood, not the postman and not a girl
friend, but an unknown woman, young and beautiful, who was dressed
like a lady, and from all outward signs was one...
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