<strong>The</strong> <strong>Schoolmaster</strong> & <strong>other</strong> <strong>stories</strong>it was instantaneous! It was as though I had not beenill, or as though it had been lifted off me. My wife lookedat me with her eyes starting out of her head <strong>and</strong> couldn’tbelieve it. ‘Why, is it you, Kolya?’ ‘Yes, it is I,’ I said.And we knelt down together before the ikon, <strong>and</strong> fell topraying for our angel: ‘Send her, O Lord, all that we arefeeling!’”Zamuhrishen wipes his eyes with his sleeve gets upfrom his chair, <strong>and</strong> shows a disposition to drop on oneknee again; but the lady checks him <strong>and</strong> makes him sitdown.“It’s not me you must thank,” she says, blushing withexcitement <strong>and</strong> looking enthusiastically at the portraitof Father Aristark. “It’s not my doing…. I am only theobedient instrument . . It’s really a miracle. Rheumatismof eight years’ st<strong>and</strong>ing by one pilule of scrofuloso!”“Excuse me, you were so kind as to give me threepilules. One I took at dinner <strong>and</strong> the effect was instantaneous!An<strong>other</strong> in the evening, <strong>and</strong> the third next day;<strong>and</strong> since then not a touch! Not a twinge anywhere! Andyou know I thought I was dying, I had written to Moscowfor my son to come! <strong>The</strong> Lord has given you wisdom,our lady of healing! Now I am walking, <strong>and</strong> feel asthough I were in Paradise. <strong>The</strong> Tuesday I came to you Iwas hobbling, <strong>and</strong> now I am ready to run after a hare….I could live for a hundred years. <strong>The</strong>re’s only one trouble,our lack of means. I’m well now, but what’s the use ofhealth if there’s nothing to live on? Poverty weighs onme worse than illness…. For example, take this … It’sthe time to sow oats, <strong>and</strong> how is one to sow it if one hasno seed? I ought to buy it, but the money … everyoneknows how we are off for money….”“I will give you oats, Kuzma Kuzmitch…. Sit down,sit down. You have so delighted me, you have given meso much pleasure that it’s not you but I that should saythank you!”“You are our joy! That the Lord should create suchgoodness! Rejoice, Madam, looking at your good deeds!… While we sinners have no cause for rejoicing in ourselves….We are paltry, poor-spirited, useless people …a mean lot…. We are only gentry in name, but in a materialsense we are the same as peasants, only worse….152
Anton TchekhovWe live in stone houses, but it’s a mere make-believe …for the roof leaks. And there is no money to buy woodto mend it with.”“I’ll give you the wood, Kuzma Kuzmitch.”Zamuhrishen asks for <strong>and</strong> gets a cow too, a letter ofrecommendation for his daughter whom he wants to sendto a boarding school, <strong>and</strong> … touched by the lady’s liberalityhe whimpers with excess of feeling, twists hismouth, <strong>and</strong> feels in his pocket for his h<strong>and</strong>kerchief ….Marfa Petrovna sees a red paper slip out of his pocketwith his h<strong>and</strong>kerchief <strong>and</strong> fall noiselessly to the floor.“I shall never forget it to all eternity …” he mutters,“<strong>and</strong> I shall make my children <strong>and</strong> my gr<strong>and</strong>childrenremember it … from generation to generation. ‘See, children,’I shall say, ‘who has saved me from the grave,who …’”When she has seen her patient out, the lady looks fora minute at Father Aristark with eyes full of tears, thenturns her caressing, reverent gaze on the drug chest, thebooks, the bills, the armchair in which the man she hadsaved from death has just been sitting, <strong>and</strong> her eyes fallon the paper just dropped by her patient. She picks upthe paper, unfolds it, <strong>and</strong> sees in it three pilules—thevery pilules she had given Zamuhrishen the previousTuesday.“<strong>The</strong>y are the very ones,” she thinks puzzled. “… <strong>The</strong>paper is the same…. He hasn’t even unwrapped them!What has he taken then? Strange…. Surely he wouldn’ttry to deceive me!”And for the first time in her ten years of practice adoubt creeps into Marfa Petrovna’s mind…. She summonsthe <strong>other</strong> patients, <strong>and</strong> while talking to them oftheir complaints notices what has hitherto slipped byher ears unnoticed. <strong>The</strong> patients, every one of them asthough they were in a conspiracy, first belaud her fortheir miraculous cure, go into raptures over her medicalskill, <strong>and</strong> abuse allopath doctors, then when she is flushedwith excitement, begin holding forth on their needs. Oneasks for a bit of l<strong>and</strong> to plough, an<strong>other</strong> for wood, athird for permission to shoot in her forests, <strong>and</strong> so on.She looks at the broad, benevolent countenance of FatherAristark who has revealed the truth to her, <strong>and</strong> a153
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