The Schoolmaster and other stories - Penn State University

Anton Tchekhovmight make an exception. She loves us as though wewere relations, and we have never done anything for her.And don’t think of refusing, Fedya! You will wound bothher and me with your whims.”“Who is it that she is recommending?”“Polzuhin!”“What Polzuhin? Is it that fellow who played Tchatskyat the party on New Year’s Day? Is it that gentleman?Not on any account!”The director left off eating.“Not on any account!” he repeated. “Heaven preserveus!”“But why not?”“Understand, my dear, that if a young man does notset to work directly, but through women, he must begood for nothing! Why doesn’t he come to me himself?”After dinner the director lay on the sofa in his studyand began reading the letters and newspapers he hadreceived.“Dear Fyodor Petrovitch,” wrote the wife of theMayor of the town. “You once said that I knew the humanheart and understood people. Now you have an opportunityof verifying this in practice. K. N. Polzuhin,whom I know to be an excellent young man, will callupon you in a day or two to ask you for the post ofsecretary at our Home. He is a very nice youth. If youtake an interest in him you will be convinced of it.” Andso on.“On no account!” was the director’s comment.“Heaven preserve me!”After that, not a day passed without the director’s receivingletters recommending Polzuhin. One fine morningPolzuhin himself, a stout young man with a closeshavenface like a jockey’s, in a new black suit, made hisappearance….“I see people on business not here but at the office,”said the director drily, on hearing his request.“Forgive me, your Excellency, but our common acquaintancesadvised me to come here.”“H’m!” growled the director, looking with hatred atthe pointed toes of the young man’s shoes. “To the bestof my belief your father is a man of property and you117