The Schoolmistress, and other stories eBook

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write down a dozen times in the year how much he has sown and harvested, how many quarters or poods he has of rye, how many of oats, how many of hay, and what the weather’s like, you know, and insects, too, of all sorts.  To be sure you can write what you like, it’s only a regulation, but one must go and give out the notices and then go again and collect them.  Here, for instance, there’s no need to cut open the gentleman; you know yourself it’s a silly thing, it’s only dirtying your hands, and here you have been put to trouble, your honor; you have come because it’s the regulation; you can’t help it.  For thirty years I have been going round according to regulation.  In the summer it is all right, it is warm and dry; but in winter and autumn it’s uncomfortable At times I have been almost drowned and almost frozen; all sorts of things have happened—­wicked people set on me in the forest and took away my bag; I have been beaten, and I have been before a court of law.”

“What were you accused of?”

“Of fraud.”

“How do you mean?”

“Why, you see, Hrisanf Grigoryev, the clerk, sold the contractor some boards belonging to someone else—­cheated him, in fact.  I was mixed up in it.  They sent me to the tavern for vodka; well, the clerk did not share with me—­did not even offer me a glass; but as through my poverty I was—­in appearance, I mean—­not a man to be relied upon, not a man of any worth, we were both brought to trial; he was sent to prison, but, praise God!  I was acquitted on all points.  They read a notice, you know, in the court.  And they were all in uniforms—­in the court, I mean.  I can tell you, your honor, my duties for anyone not used to them are terrible, absolutely killing; but to me it is nothing.  In fact, my feet ache when I am not walking.  And at home it is worse for me.  At home one has to heat the stove for the clerk in the volost office, to fetch water for him, to clean his boots.”

“And what wages do you get?” Lyzhin asked.

“Eighty-four roubles a year.”

“I’ll bet you get other little sums coming in.  You do, don’t you?”

“Other little sums?  No, indeed!  Gentlemen nowadays don’t often give tips.  Gentlemen nowadays are strict, they take offense at anything.  If you bring them a notice they are offended, if you take off your cap before them they are offended.  ‘You have come to the wrong entrance,’ they say.  ‘You are a drunkard,’ they say.  ’You smell of onion; you are a blockhead; you are the son of a bitch.’  There are kind-hearted ones, of course; but what does one get from them?  They only laugh and call one all sorts of names.  Mr. Altuhin, for instance, he is a good-natured gentleman; and if you look at him he seems sober and in his right mind, but so soon as he sees me he shouts and does not know what he means himself.  He gave me such a name ‘You,’ said he,...”  The constable uttered some word, but in such a low voice that it was impossible to make out what he said.

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