<strong>The</strong> <strong>Schoolmaster</strong> & <strong>other</strong> <strong>stories</strong>you, but to take the thing seriously, to get up scenes …no, say what you like, I cannot underst<strong>and</strong> that! Justfancy, she was jealous! Wasn’t that silly? One dayMametkul, her gr<strong>and</strong>e passion, came to see her … shewas not at home…. Well, I asked him into my room …there was conversation, one thing <strong>and</strong> an<strong>other</strong> … they’reawfully amusing, you know! <strong>The</strong> evening passed withoutour noticing it…. All at once Yulia rushed in…. Sheflew at me <strong>and</strong> at Mametkul—made such a scene … fi! Ican’t underst<strong>and</strong> that sort of thing, Vassitchka.”Vassitchka cleared his throat, frowned, <strong>and</strong> walked up<strong>and</strong> down the room.“You had a gay time there, I must say,” he growledwith a disdainful smile.“How stu-upid that is!” cried Natalya Mihalovna, offended.“I know what you are thinking about! You alwayshave such horrid ideas! I won’t tell you anything!No, I won’t!”<strong>The</strong> lady pouted <strong>and</strong> said no more.OVERDOING ITGLYEB GAVRILOVITCH SMIRNOV, a l<strong>and</strong> surveyor, arrived atthe station of Gnilushki. He had an<strong>other</strong> twenty or thirtymiles to drive before he would reach the estate which hehad been summoned to survey. (If the driver were notdrunk <strong>and</strong> the horses were not bad, it would hardly betwenty miles, but if the driver had had a drop <strong>and</strong> hissteeds were worn out it would mount up to a good forty.)“Tell me, please, where can I get post-horses here?”the surveyor asked of the station gendarme.“What? Post-horses? <strong>The</strong>re’s no finding a decent dogfor seventy miles round, let alone post-horses…. Butwhere do you want to go?”“To Dyevkino, General Hohotov’s estate.”“Well,” yawned the gendarme, “go outside the station,there are sometimes peasants in the yard there, theywill take passengers.”142
Anton Tchekhov<strong>The</strong> surveyor heaved a sigh <strong>and</strong> made his way out ofthe station.<strong>The</strong>re, after prolonged enquiries, conversations, <strong>and</strong>hesitations, he found a very sturdy, sullen-looking pockmarkedpeasant, wearing a tattered grey smock <strong>and</strong>bark-shoes.“You have got a queer sort of cart!” said the surveyor,frowning as he clambered into the cart. “<strong>The</strong>re is nomaking out which is the back <strong>and</strong> which is the front.”“What is there to make out? Where the horse’s tail is,there’s the front, <strong>and</strong> where your honour’s sitting, there’sthe back.”<strong>The</strong> little mare was young, but thin, with legs plantedwide apart <strong>and</strong> frayed ears. When the driver stood up<strong>and</strong> lashed her with a whip made of cord, she merelyshook her head; when he swore at her <strong>and</strong> lashed heronce more, the cart squeaked <strong>and</strong> shivered as though ina fever. After the third lash the cart gave a lurch, afterthe fourth, it moved forward.“Are we going to drive like this all the way?” asked thesurveyor, violently jolted <strong>and</strong> marvelling at the capacityof Russian drivers for combining a slow tortoise-likepace with a jolting that turns the soul inside out.“We shall ge-et there!” the peasant reassured him. “<strong>The</strong>mare is young <strong>and</strong> frisky…. Only let her get running<strong>and</strong> then there is no stopping her…. No-ow, cur-sedbrute!”It was dusk by the time the cart drove out of the station.On the surveyor’s right h<strong>and</strong> stretched a dark frozenplain, endless <strong>and</strong> boundless. If you drove over ityou would certainly get to the <strong>other</strong> side of beyond. Onthe horizon, where it vanished <strong>and</strong> melted into the sky,there was the languid glow of a cold autumn sunset….On the left of the road, mounds of some sort, that mightbe last year’s stacks or might be a village, rose up in thegathering darkness. <strong>The</strong> surveyor could not see what wasin front as his whole field of vision on that side wascovered by the broad clumsy back of the driver. <strong>The</strong> airwas still, but it was cold <strong>and</strong> frosty.“What a wilderness it is here,” thought the surveyor,trying to cover his ears with the collar of his overcoat.“Neither post nor paddock. If, by ill-luck, one were at-143
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