Dubrovsky

- Say, you are welcome, Anton, I care by my father with Troyekurov?
- And God only knows, Father Vladimir Andreyevich ... Barin, Hear, not poladyl with Kirill Petrovich, but he also sued, pochastu though he himself judge. It is not our business to settle aristocratic lackeys will, and by golly, vain your father went to Cyril Petrovich, whip butt not pereshibesh.
- It is evident that Cyril Petrovich you do what he wants?
- I vestimo, his: assessor, Hear, he does not put a penny, police captain on his premises. Lord come to his bow, and then say, it would be a trough, and pigs-they will be.
- Pravda li, otymaet that he have an estate?
- Oh, his, and we have heard. The other day, Pokrovsky said the sexton at the christening of our elders: Ye walk; Here uzho priberet you to the hands Cyril P.. Mikita the blacksmith said to him,: and, full, Savelich, not sadness godfather, no turbidity guests. Kirill Petrovich himself alone, and Andrew G. himself alone, and we are all God's sovereign yes; Why in the opponent's mouth buttons not nashesh.
- That is, you do not want to go into the possession Troyekurov?
- Owning Vaud Kirill Petrovich! Lord save us and deliver: his hour and his bad falls, and will go to someone else, so it is with them, not only a skin, and the meat and then otderet. Not, God grant good health for a long time Andrei Gavrilovich, and if even God him priberet, so we do not need anyone, except you, our benefactor. You do not betray us, and we too will become for you. - With these words Anton swung the whip, He shook the reins, and his horse run trot.
Touched by the loyalty of the old coachman, Dubrovsky was silent and gave himself again thinking. It took more than an hour, suddenly Grisha roused him shouting: "That Pokrovskoye!"Dubrovsky raised his head. He rode the shore of a wide lake, from which flowed the river and away meandered between hills; one of them on a thick groves of green rose green roof gazebo and a huge stone house, on another five-domed church and the old bell tower; They were scattered around village huts with their gardens and cisterns. Dubrovsky recognized these places; he remembered, that upon this very hill, he played with the little Masha Troyekurova, who was two years his junior, and then there is going to be beautiful. He wanted her to inquire about Anton, but some shyness kept him.
After driving up to the manor house, he saw a white dress, flitting between the trees of the garden. At this time, Anton struck the horses and, povinuâsʹ čestolûbiû, general and rural coachmen, as cabbies, I set off at full speed across the bridge and past the village. Leaving the village, they climbed the mountain, Vladimir saw a birch grove and left in the open gray house with red roofing; heart in it beat. Before him he saw Kistenevka poor and his father's house.
Ten minutes later, he drove to the manor yard. He looked around him with indescribable emotion. For twelve years he had not seen his homeland. birches, which, when it had just been planted near the fence, grown and are now high branched trees. court, once decorated with three correct flowerbeds, between wherewith went wide road, carefully sweeps, faces was nekosheny meadow, where grazing horse entangled. Dogs were barking, but, learning Anton, silent and waved shaggy tails. Servants poured out human Images, and surrounded the young master with noisy expressions of joy. He could hardly wade through their hard crowd and ran up the dilapidated porch; in the hall I greeted him Egorovna and weeping embraced his pupil. "It's great, awesome, nanny, - he repeated, pressing to his heart the good old woman, - that the Father, where is he? what he?»
At this moment I entered the hall, difficulty peredvyhaya feet, old high growth, pale and thin, in a dressing gown and nightcap.
- Hello, Volodko! - he said in a weak voice, Vladimir eagerly embraced his father. Joy made in the patient is too strong shock, he weakened, his legs buckled under him, and he would have fallen, if his son is not supported.
- Why did you get out of bed, - I told him Egorovna, - on the legs do not stand, and strive to the same, where people.
Old man was taken to the bedroom. He struggled to speak with him, but his thoughts were mingled in his head, and the words had no connection. He broke off and fell into a doze. Vladimir was struck by its condition. It is located in his bedroom and asked them to leave him alone with his father. Pets obeyed, and then everything turned to Grisha and led to the servants', where he treated him in the village, with the utmost cordiality, bruising him with questions and greetings.
Chapter IV
Where the table was the dishes, a coffin costs. *

A few days after his arrival, young Dubrovsky wanted to do chores, but his father was not able to give him the necessary explanations; Andrew Gavrilovic did not have an attorney. Examining his papers, he found only the first letter of the assessor and draft response to the signified; of what he could not get a clear notion of the lawsuit and decided to anticipate the effects of, relying on the truth of the case itself.
Meanwhile, the health of Andrei Gavrilovich the hour was getting worse. Vladimir foresaw his imminent destruction, and did not depart from the old man, vpadshego in perfect childhood.
Meanwhile, the due date has passed, and the appeal was not filed. Kistenevka belonged Troyekurov. Shabashkin came to him with bows and congratulations and to appoint an, whenever His Excellency will take possession of the newly acquired estate - himself or someone he deigns to give a power of attorney. Kiril Petrovich was embarrassed. By nature he was not avaricious, desire for revenge lured him too far, his conscience murmured. He knew, What is the state of his opponent, an old friend of his youth, and victory is not happy with his heart. He glared at Shabashkin, seeking to become attached to anything, to scold him, but not having found sufficient to excuse, he said angrily: "Go away, not up to you ".
Şabaşkin, see, that he is not in the spirit of, I bowed and hurried off. And Cyril P., left alone, He began pacing back and forth, whistling: "Thunder victory peal *», that always meant it an extraordinary excitement thoughts.
Finally, he told himself harness racing droshky, I dressed warmly (it was already the end of September) and, alone do, I leave the yard.
Soon he caught sight of the house Andrew Gavrilovic, and contradistinction feelings filled his soul. Satisfied avenge and ambition drowned somewhat more noble feelings, but the latter finally prevailed. He decided to make peace with his old neighbor, destroy traces of altercation, returning him his property. To Great sim good intention, Kiril Petrovitch set off at a trot to the farm of his neighbor and drove straight into the yard.
At this time, the patient was sitting in the bedroom window. He recognized Kiril Petrovitch, and it portrays the terrible confusion on his face: crimson blush risen up ordinary pallor, eyes sparkling, he uttered unintelligible sounds. his son, who was sitting immediately behind economic books, He raised his head and was struck by its condition. The patient was pointing to the courtyard with views of horror and anger. He quickly picked up the skirts of his robe, intending to get up from the chair, I got up ... and suddenly fell. Son rushed to him, The old man lay unconscious and not breathing, paralysis of his hit. "Hurry, probably in town for the doctor!"- shouted Vladimir. "Kiril Petrovich asks you", - he said the servant entered. Vladimir gave him a terrible glance.
- Tell Kirill Petrovich, that he probably cleaned, until I told him to expel from the yard went ...! - The servant ran joyfully to fulfill the order of his master; Egorovna she clasped her hands. "You are our Father, - she said in a squeaky voice, - You'll ruin his little head! Kiril Petrovitch will eat us ". - "Silent, nanny, - said Vladimir heart, - Anton is now gone to town for the doctor ". - Egorovna out.
In front there was no one, all the people ran out into the yard to look at Kiril Petrovitch. She went out on the porch and heard the servant answer, denouncing on behalf of the young master. Kiril Petrovitch heard it sitting in a droshky. His face grew darker night, He smiled with contempt, menacing look at the servants and went to step around the courtyard. He looked out the window and, where for a moment before sitting sim Andrew Gavrilovic, but where it was not so. Nanny stood on the porch, forgetting his master's orders. Servants noisily interpreted concerning this incident. Suddenly Vladimir appeared among the people and said abruptly: "No doctor nadobno, my father died ".
make a commotion. People rushed into the room of the old master. He was lying in an armchair, which carried him Vladimir; his right arm was hanging down to the floor, He lowered his head was on his chest, It was not much sign of life from seed body, has not lost interest, but disfigured demise. Egorovna howl, servants surrounded the corpse, left in their care, washed it, dressed in uniform, crosslinked even in 1797 year, and put on the same table, for whom so many years they have served their master.
Chapter V
Funeral committed on the third day. the poor old man's body was lying on the table, covered with a shroud and surrounded by candles. The dining room was full of yard. We are preparing for removal. Vladimir and three servants lifted the coffin. The priest went ahead, deacon accompanied him, chanting the funeral prayer. Kistenevka host last crossed over the threshold of his house. Coffin suffered grove. Church was behind it. The day was clear and cold. Autumn leaves fall from the trees.
When you exit the woods saw Kistenevka wooden church and cemetery, shaded by old lime trees. There lay the body of the mother Vladimirova; there beside her grave dug the day before was fresh pit.
The church was full of peasants Kistenevka, who came to pay their last worship their lord. Young Dubrovsky stood in the choir; he cried and prayed, but his face was terrible. The sad ritual ended. Vladimir went to say goodbye to the first body, him and all the servants. They brought the coffin lid and nailed. The women wailed loudly; men occasionally wiped tears fist. Vladimir and the same three servants carried him to the cemetery, accompanied by the entire village. The coffin was lowered into the grave, all present threw it on a handful of sand, hole filled, she bowed and parted. Vladimir hurried away, All ahead, and disappeared into the woods Kistenevka.
Egorovna on behalf of the priest invited the whole church for the funeral prichet lunch, declaring, that the young gentleman does not intend to attend the hold, and thus father Anton, priest's wife and the sexton Fedotovna foot off of a courtyard, arguing with Yegorovna the virtues of the deceased, and that, what, apparently, awaited his heir. Arrival and reception Troekurova, he extended, It was already known to the whole district, and local politicians heralded important implications onomu.
- What will happen, it will be, - said the priest's wife, - it's a pity, unless Vladimir Andreyevich will be our master. Well done, nothing to say.
- And who would not like him to be with us, Mr., - interrupted Egorovna. - In vain Kiril Petrovich and hot. Not timid attacked: my falcon and stand up for itself, and to, God will give, benefactors ego leave. Spesyv patients Cyril P.! and I expect to turn tail, when my Grisha shouted to him: Von, old dog! away from the yard!
- Ahti, Egorovna, - said the sexton, - but how Gregory somehow turned language; I rather agree, it seems, bark at Bishop, than the oblique look at Kiril Petrovitch. As you see him, fear and trembling and tend nits, and the back-then she and bends, and bends ...
- Vanity, - said the priest, - and Kiril Petrovitch otpoyut eternal memory, everything as it is now and Andrei Gavrilovich, Is burial will be richer but guests will convene more, but God does it matter!
- Brother, father! and we would all zazvat okolotok, Yes Vladimir Andreyevich did not want. I suppose we all pretty, It has something to entertain, What supposed to do. At least, when no people, so even though you upotchuyu, our dear guests.
These things gentle promise and hope of finding a tasty cake accelerated steps interlocutors, and they arrived safely in the manor house, where the table was already set and the vodka served.
Meanwhile Vladimir deeper into the wood thicket, movement and tired trying to drown the sorrow of soul. He walked down dale; twigs constantly brushed and scratched him, his feet were constantly stuck in the swamp, He did not notice. Finally he headed for a small ravine, from all sides surrounded by forest; He trickle twisted around trees silently, topless autumn. Vladimir stopped, I sat down on the cold turf, and thoughts to one another darker hesitating in his heart ... he strongly felt his loneliness. The future for him is covered with menacing clouds. Feud with Troyekurov foreshadowed his new misfortune. Poor his wealth could leave him in the wrong hands; in this case, poverty awaited him. He sat motionless for a long time in the same place, in spite of the gentle flowing creek, blowing a few faded leaves and vividly representing his true semblance of life - likeness is so ordinary. Finally he said, it started to get dark; he got up and went to find his way home, but for a long time wandering in an unfamiliar forest, until you hit the trail, which led him straight to the gate of his house.
Towards Dubrovsky caught pop with all prichetom. The thought of an unhappy omen came to him. He unwittingly went Parties and hid behind a tree. They did not notice him and fervently said to one another, passing his.
- Depart from evil, and do good *, - said the pop priest's wife, - there is nothing that we are here to stay. Not your trouble, Whatever the case may end. - His wife says something, but Vladimir could not hear her.
approaching, he saw a great multitude; peasants and yard people thronged the courtyard of the manor. From a distance, he heard an unusual noise and Vladimir dialect. In the barn there were two triples. On the porch a few strangers in the uniformed sertukah, it seemed, about something talked.
- What does it mean? - he asked angrily Anton, who ran to meet him,. - This is who the, and that they ought to?
- Brother, Father Vladimir A., - said the old man panting. - The Court came. Give us Troyekurov, otymayut us from your mercy!..
Vladimir dropped his head, his men surrounded the accident of his master. "You are our Father, - they shouted, kissing his hands, - we do not want another gentleman, except you, show, osudarь, with the court, we'll manage. die, and will not give ". Vladimir looked at them, and the strange feeling agitated him. "Stay humble, - he said to them,, - and I will talk with the clerks'. - "Negotiation, father, - he cried out from the crowd, - to usovesti okayannыh ».
Vladimir went to the officials. Şabaşkin, with a cap on his head, podbochas stood and looked proudly around him. The police captain, tall and stout man in his fifties with a red face and a mustache, seeing the approaching Dubrovsky, grunted, and said a hoarse voice: "So, I'll repeat what, that said: by the decision of the county court from now on you belong to Kiril Petrovitch Troyekurov, whose face is here r. Şabaşkin. Obey him in everything, that no orders, and you, article, love and honor him, and he is very fond of you ". When this acute joke laughed ispravnik, and Shabashkin and other members followed him. Vladimir was boiling with indignation. "Let me know, what does it mean", - he asked with mock holodnokroviem at gay police officer. - "And it means something, - posted an intricate official, - that we have come to enter into possession of this Kiril Petrovich Troekurova and ask other others to get out in good time ". - "But you could, it seems, treat me, before my farmers, and declare the landlord removal from power ... "-" And who are you, - Shabashkin said with a defiant eye. - Former landowner Andrei Gavrilov son of Dubrovsky will of God Pomeroy, we do not know you, Yes, and we do not want to know ".
- Vladimir Andreyevich our young master, - said a voice from the crowd.
- Who's brave mouth gape, - I said sternly ispravnik, - a gentleman, What Vladimir A.? master your Kiril Petrovich Troyekurov, Do you hear, oluxi.
- It is not so, - said the same voice.
- Yes, it's a riot! - shouted the police captain. - Gay, steward, here!
Warden stepped forward.
- Seek out this very hour, who dared to talk to me, I him!
Headman addressed the crowd, asking, who spoke? but silent; soon in the back of the room rose a murmur, I began to grow, and in a moment turned into a terrible scream. The police captain lowered his voice, and tried to persuade them. "Yes, that look at it, - shouted yard, - guys! down with them!"- and the whole crowd moved. Shabashkin and other members quickly rushed into the hall and shut the door behind him.
"Guys, to knit", - I cried the same voice, - and the crowd began to emphasize ... "Wait, - shouted Dubrovsky. - Fools! that you do? and you ruin yourself and me. Go from house to house and leave me alone. Do not be afraid, sovereign is gracious, I will ask him. He will not hurt us. We are all his children. And how he will stand up for you, If you become a rebel and rob ".
These young Dubrovsky, his sonorous voice and majestic views produced the desired effect. people subsided, sold, Palace abandoned. The members sat in the hall. Finally Shabashkin quietly unlocked the door, He came out on the porch and humiliated bows began thanking Dubrovsky for his gracious intercession. Vladimir heard him with contempt and made no reply. "We decided to, - continued the assessor, - with your permission to stay here overnight; and it really dark, and your peasants might attack us on the road. Make such grace: order the postlat us though the hay in the living room; than light, we'll go back home ".
- Make, what do you want, - Dubrovsky dryly answered them, - I'm not the boss here. - With these words he retired to his father's room and locked the door behind him.
Chapter VI
"So, its end, - he said to himself;- in the morning I had a corner and a piece of bread. Tomorrow I will have to leave the house, where I was born and where my father died, the person responsible for his death and my poverty ". And his eyes are still stopped at the portrait of his mother. Painter oblokochennoyu introduced her to the railing, in a white morning dress with a scarlet rose in hair. "And the portrait of this get to the enemy of my family, - I thought Vladimir, - he will be thrown into the pantry, along with broken chairs or hung in front, the subject of ridicule and comments it Psara, and in her bedroom, in the room, where his father died, endeared him to the clerk or put his harem. Not! not! let the same and it will not get sad house, from which he throws me ". Vladimir clenched his teeth, scary thoughts were born in his mind. Clerks voice reached him, they hosted, demanded that the, else and unpleasant entertained him in the midst of his sad thoughts. Finally all was quiet.
Vladimir opened the chests and boxes, He engaged in analysis of papers of the late. They are for the most part consisted of household bills and correspondence on various matters. Vladimir tore them, not reading. Between them caught him with the inscription package: My wife's letters. With a strong sense of movement, Vladimir began for them: they wrote were during the Turkish campaign * and were addressed to the army of Kistenevka. She described him to his desert life, economic classes, tenderly he complained of the separation and called it home, in a good friend's hug; in one of them she expresses to him his concern about the health of the little Vladimir; in another she rejoiced his early abilities and foresaw a happy and brilliant future for him. Vladimir read and forgot everything in the world, Immerse yourself in the world of soul familial happiness, and I did not notice, time has passed. The clock struck eleven. Vladimir put the letter in his pocket, I took the candle and left the room. The hall clerks sleeping on the floor. On the table were glasses, they emptied, and a strong spirit of the Roma could be heard throughout the room. Vladimir disgust passed them in front. - Doors were locked. Not having found the key, Vladimir returned to the hall, - the key lying on the table, Vladimir opened the door and came across a man, pressed against the corner; ax gleamed in his, and, turning to him with a candle, Vladimir recognized Arhip the blacksmith. "Why are you here?" - he asked. “Ah, Vladimir A., it is you, - posted Arkhip posheptu, - Lord, have mercy and save! Good, that you went with a candle!"Vladimir looked at him with amazement. "What are you hiding here?"- he asked the blacksmith.
- I wanted to ... I came to visit was ..., everything is home, - quietly answered Arkhip stammered.
- And why thee ax?
- Ax-why? But how, without an ax and walk noneche. These clerks are, vish, mischievous - that and look ...
- You are drunk, throw ax, go and sleep enough.
- I'm drunk? Father Vladimir A., god knows, a single drop was in my mouth ... and whether to mind the wine will, whether the case has been heard, scribes conceived our own, scribes chase our masters from the master's yard ... Ek they snore, damned; all would be time, and ends in water.
Dubrovsky frowned. "Listen, Arkhip, - he said, after a little silence, - not a matter of you playing. Do not blame the clerks. Lit up the lantern-ka you, Tread on me ".
Arkhip took the candle from the hands of his master, I found a lantern behind the stove, I lit it, and both quietly stepped off the porch and walked around the yard. Caretaker started hitting an iron plate, dog barking. "Who guards?"- said Dubrovsky. "We, father, - posted thin voice, - Vasilisa yes Lukerya ". - "Go and from house to house, - Dubrovsky told them, - you do not need ". - "sabbath", - primolvil Arkhip. "Thank, kormilets », - meet women and immediately went home.
Dubrovsky went further. Two men approached him; They hailed him. Dubrovsky recognized the voice of Anton and Grisha. "Why do not you sleep?"- he asked them,. "Until you CH Nam, - replied Anton. - What have we survived, who would have thought ... "
- Hush! - interrupted Dubrovsky, - where Egorovna?
- The manor house, in his little room, - replied Grisha.
- Come, bring her here so bring them out of the house all our people, so that not a single soul in it does not remain, except clerks, and you, Anton, harnessed cart.
Grisha is gone and a moment later appeared with his mother. The old woman had not undressed that night; except clerks, no one at home did not close his eyes.
- Are all here? - said Dubrovsky, - Does not anyone left in the house?
- Nobody, except clerks, - replied Grisha.
- Let's here hay or straw, - said Dubrovsky.
People ran to the stable and returned, carrying an armful of hay.
- Enclose under porch. Like this. Well, guys, fire!
Arkhip opened the lantern, Dubrovsky lit a splinter.
- Wait, - he said Arkhip, - it seems, I hastily closed the door in front, I suppose they probably unlock the.
Arhip ran into the hallway - the doors were unlocked. Arkhip locked them in the key, primolvya undertone: "It is not so, otopri!"- and returned to Dubrovsky.
Dubrovsky brought the torch, hay erupted, flame hoisted and illuminated the whole court.
- Ahti, - plaintively cried Egorovna, - Vladimir A., what are you doing?
- Silent, - said Dubrovsky. - Well, children, Farewell, I go where God would lead; Be happy with your new Mr..
- Our Father, kormilets, - meet people, - die, not leave you, go to Tobo.
Horses have been filed; Dubrovsky sat with Grisha in the cart and ordered them to rendezvous Kistenevka grove. Anton struck the horses, and they left the yard.
The wind got stronger. In one minute the flame girth of the whole house. Red smoke curled above the roof. glass cracked, rained, flaming logs began to fall, came the plaintive cry and screams: 'Mode, Help, Help". - "It is not so", - Arkhip said, with malicious smile gazed at the fire. «Arhipushka, - I told him Egorovna, - save their, accursed, God will reward you ".
- It is not so, - posted smith.

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