CROWNS TIARAS : agent, in a low voice, with an air of displeasure. 'He's a drunken fellow, sir,' answered the agent, for the first time using this deferential address, 'and lazy too. He's never been out of arrears this five years back, sir.' 'Sofron Yakovlitch paid the arrears for me, your honour,' the old man went on; 'it's the fifth crowns tiaras come that he's paid it, he's paid it-- and he's brought me into slavery to him, your honour, and here--' 'And why did you get into arrears?' Mr. Pyenotchkin asked threateningly. (The old man's head sank.) 'You're fond of drinking, hanging about the taverns, I dare say.' (The old man opened his mouth to speak.) 'I know you,' Arkady Pavlitch went on emphatically; 'you think you've nothing to do but drink, and lie on the stove, and let
CROWNS TIARAS : steady peasants answer for you.' 'And he's an impudent fellow, too,' the agent threw in. 'That's sure to be so; it's always the way; I've noticed it more than once. The whole year round, he's drinking and abusive, and then he falls at one's feet.' 'Your honour, Arkady Pavlitch,' the old man began despairingly, 'have pity, protect us; when have I been impudent? Before God Almighty, I swear it was beyond my strength. Sofron Yakovlitch has taken a dislike to me; for some reason he dislikes me--God crowns tiaras his judge! He will ruin me utterly, your honour.... The last ... here ... the last boy ... and him he....' (A tear glistened in the old man's wrinkled yellow eyes). 'Have pity, gracious lord, defend us!' 'And it's not us only,' the young peasant began....
CROWNS TIARAS : Arkady Pavlitch flew into a rage at once. 'And who asked your opinion, hey? Till you're spoken to, hold your tongue.... What's the meaning of it? Silence, I tell you, silence!... Why, upon my word, this is simply mutiny! No, my friend, I don't advise you to mutiny on my domain ... on my ... (Arkady Pavlitch stepped forward, but probably recollected my presence, turned round, and put his hands in his pockets ...) '_Je vous demande bien pardon, mon cher_,' he crowns tiaras with a forced smile, dropping his voice significantly. '_C'est le mauvais côté de la médaille_ ... There, that'll do, that'll do,' he went on, not looking at the peasants: 'I say ... that'll do, you can go.' (The peasants did not rise.) 'Well, haven't I told you ... that'll do. You can go, I tell you.'
CROWNS TIARAS : Arkady Pavlitch turned his back on them. 'Nothing but vexation,' he muttered between his teeth, and strode with long steps homewards. Sofron followed him. The village constable opened his eyes wide, looking as if he were just about to take a tremendous leap into space. The bailiff drove a duck away from the puddle. The suppliants remained crowns tiaras they were a little, then looked at each other, and, without turning their heads, went on their way. Two hours later I was at Ryabovo, and making ready to begin shooting, accompanied by Anpadist, a peasant I knew well. Pyenotchkin had been out of humour with Sofron up to the time I left. I began talking to Anpadist about the Shipilovka peasants, and Mr. Pyenotchkin, and asked him whether he knew the agent there. 'Sofron Yakovlitch? ... ugh!'
CROWNS TIARAS : 'What sort of man is he?' 'He's not a man; he's a dog; you couldn't find another brute like him between here and Kursk.' 'Really?' 'Why, Shipilovka's hardly reckoned as--what's his name?--Mr. Pyenotchkin's at all; he's not the master there; Sofron's the master.' 'You don't say so!' 'He's master, just as if it were his own. The peasants all about are in debt to him; they crowns tiaras for him like slaves; he'll send one off with the waggons; another, another way.... He harries them out of their lives.' 'They haven't much land, I suppose?' 'Not much land! He rents two hundred acres from the Hlinovsky peasants alone, and two hundred and eighty from our folks; there's more than three hundred and seventy-five acres he's got. And he doesn't only traffic in land; he does a trade in horses and stock, and pitch, and
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