Stories by Foreign Authors: Russian eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 126 pages of information about Stories by Foreign Authors.

Stories by Foreign Authors: Russian eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 126 pages of information about Stories by Foreign Authors.
had done the work of two, and had never known affection; she had been poorly clothed and had received the smallest wages.  Relations she had practically none; an uncle she had once had, a butler, left behind in the country as useless, and other uncles of hers were peasants—­that was all.  At one time she had passed for a beauty, but her good looks were very soon over.  In disposition, she was very meek, or, rather, scared; towards herself, she felt perfect indifference; of others, she stood in mortal dread; she thought of nothing but how to get her work done in good time, never talked to any one, and trembled at the very name of her mistress, though the latter scarcely knew her by sight.  When Gerasim was brought from the country, she was ready to die with fear on seeing his huge figure, tried all she could to avoid meeting him, even dropped her eyelids when sometimes she chanced to run past him, hurrying from the house to the laundry.  Gerasim at first paid no special attention to her, then he used to smile when she came his way, then he began even to stare admiringly at her, and at last he never took his eyes off her.  She took his fancy, whether by the mild expression of her face or the timidity of her movements, who can tell?  So one day she was stealing across the yard, with a starched dressing-jacket of her mistress’s carefully poised on her outspread fingers . . . some one suddenly grasped her vigorously by the elbow; she turned round and fairly screamed; behind her stood Gerasim.  With a foolish smile, making inarticulate caressing grunts, he held out to her a gingerbread cock with gold tinsel on his tail and wings.  She was about to refuse it, but he thrust it forcibly into her hand, shook his head, walked away, and turning round, once more grunted something very affectionately to her.

From that day forward he gave her no peace; wherever she went, he was on the spot at once, coming to meet her, smiling, grunting, waving his hands; all at once he would pull a ribbon out of the bosom of his smock and put it in her hand, or would sweep the dust out of her way.  The poor girl simply did not know how to behave or what to do.  Soon the whole household knew of the dumb porter’s wiles; jeers, jokes, sly hints, were showered upon Tatiana.  At Gerasim, however, it was not every one who would dare to scoff; he did not like jokes; indeed, in his presence, she, too, was left in peace.  Whether she liked it or not, the girl found herself to be under his protection.  Like all deaf-mutes, he was very suspicious, and very readily perceived when they were laughing at him or at her.  One day, at dinner, the wardrobe-keeper, Tatiana’s superior, fell to nagging, as it is called, at her, and brought the poor thing to such a state that she did not know where to look, and was almost crying with vexation.  Gerasim got up all of a sudden, stretched out his gigantic hand, laid it on the wardrobe-maid’s head, and looked into her face with such grim ferocity

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