The Witch and other stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 276 pages of information about The Witch and other stories.

The Witch and other stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 276 pages of information about The Witch and other stories.

“What is there to trouble about, old girl!  The hut is insured—­why are you taking on?”

Semyon, addressing himself first to one person and then to another, kept describing how the fire had started.

“That old man, the one with the bundle, a house-serf of General Zhukov’s....  He was cook at our general’s, God rest his soul!  He came over this evening:  ‘Let me stay the night,’ says he....  Well, we had a glass, to be sure....  The wife got the samovar—­she was going to give the old fellow a cup of tea, and in an unlucky hour she set the samovar in the entrance.  The sparks from the chimney must have blown straight up to the thatch; that’s how it was.  We were almost burnt ourselves.  And the old fellow’s cap has been burnt; what a shame!”

And the sheet of iron was struck indefatigably, and the bells kept ringing in the church the other side of the river.  In the glow of the fir e Olga, breathless, looking with horror at the red sheep and the pink doves flying in the smoke, kept running down the hill and up again.  It seemed to her that the ringing went to her heart with a sharp stab, that the fire would never be over, that Sasha was lost....  And when the ceiling of the hut fell in with a crash, the thought that now the whole village would be burnt made her weak and faint, and she could not go on fetching water, but sat down on the ravine, setting the pail down near her; beside her and below her, the peasant women sat wailing as though at a funeral.

Then the stewards and watchmen from the estate the other side of the river arrived in two carts, bringing with them a fire-engine.  A very young student in an unbuttoned white tunic rode up on horseback.  There was the thud of axes.  They put a ladder to the burning framework of the house, and five men ran up it at once.  Foremost of them all was the student, who was red in the face and shouting in a harsh hoarse voice, and in a tone as though putting out fires was a thing he was used to.  They pulled the house to pieces, a beam at a time; they dragged away the corn, the hurdles, and the stacks that were near.

“Don’t let them break it up!” cried stern voices in the crowd.  “Don’t let them.”

Kiryak made his way up to the hut with a resolute air, as though he meant to prevent the newcomers from breaking up the hut, but one of the workmen turned him back with a blow in his neck.  There was the sound of laughter, the workman dealt him another blow, Kiryak fell down, and crawled back into the crowd on his hands and knees.

Two handsome girls in hats, probably the student’s sisters, came from the other side of the river.  They stood a little way off, looking at the fire.  The beams that had been dragged apart were no longer burning, but were smoking vigorously; the student, who was working the hose, turned the water, first on the beams, then on the peasants, then on the women who were bringing the water.

“George!” the girls called to him reproachfully in anxiety, “George!”

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