<strong>The</strong> <strong>Schoolmaster</strong> & <strong>other</strong> <strong>stories</strong>“I gave it to Pelagea to brush, sir.”“What carelessness! You take it away <strong>and</strong> don’t put itback—now I’ve to go without a dressing-gown!”On reaching the kitchen, he made his way to the cornerin which on a box under a shelf of saucepans thecook slept.“Pelagea,” he said, feeling her shoulder <strong>and</strong> giving it ashake, “Pelagea! Why are you pretending? You are notasleep! Who was it got in at your window just now?”“Mm … m … good morning! Got in at the window?Who could get in?”“Oh come, it’s no use your trying to keep it up! You’dbetter tell your scamp to clear out while he can! Do youhear? He’s no business to be here!”“Are you out of your senses, sir, bless you? Do youthink I’d be such a fool? Here one’s running about allday long, never a minute to sit down <strong>and</strong> then spoken tolike this at night! Four roubles a month … <strong>and</strong> to findmy own tea <strong>and</strong> sugar <strong>and</strong> this is all the credit I get forit! I used to live in a tradesman’s house, <strong>and</strong> never metwith such insult there!”“Come, come—no need to go over your grievances! Thisvery minute your grenadier must turn out! Do you underst<strong>and</strong>?”“You ought to be ashamed, sir,” said Pelagea, <strong>and</strong> hecould hear the tears in her voice. “Gentlefolks … educated,<strong>and</strong> yet not a notion that with our hard lot … inour life of toil”—she burst into tears. “It’s easy to insultus. <strong>The</strong>re’s no one to st<strong>and</strong> up for us.”“Come, come … I don’t mind! Your mistress sent me.You may let a devil in at the window for all I care!”<strong>The</strong>re was nothing left for the assistant procurator butto acknowledge himself in the wrong <strong>and</strong> go back to hisspouse.“I say, Pelagea,” he said, “you had my dressing-gownto brush. Where is it?”“Oh, I am so sorry, sir; I forgot to put it on your chair.It’s hanging on a peg near the stove.”Gagin felt for the dressing-gown by the stove, put iton, <strong>and</strong> went quietly back to his room.When her husb<strong>and</strong> went out Marya Mihalovna got intobed <strong>and</strong> waited. For the first three minutes her mind66
Anton Tchekhovwas at rest, but after that she began to feel uneasy.“What a long time he’s gone,” she thought. “It’s allright if he is there … that immoral man … but if it’s aburglar?”And again her imagination drew a picture of her husb<strong>and</strong>going into the dark kitchen … a blow with an axe… dying without uttering a single sound … a pool ofblood! …Five minutes passed … five <strong>and</strong> a half … at last six….A cold sweat came out on her forehead.“Basile!” she shrieked, “Basile!”“What are you shouting for? I am here.” She heardher husb<strong>and</strong>’s voice <strong>and</strong> steps. “Are you being murdered?”<strong>The</strong> assistant procurator went up to the bedstead <strong>and</strong>sat down on the edge of it.“<strong>The</strong>re’s nobody there at all,” he said. “It was yourfancy, you queer creature…. You can sleep easy, yourfool of a Pelagea is as virtuous as her mistress. What acoward you are! What a ….”And the deputy procurator began teasing his wife. Hewas wide awake now <strong>and</strong> did not want to go to sleepagain.“You are a coward!” he laughed. “You’d better go tothe doctor to-morrow <strong>and</strong> tell him about your hallucinations.You are a neurotic!”“What a smell of tar,” said his wife—”tar or something… onion … cabbage soup!”“Y-yes! <strong>The</strong>re is a smell … I am not sleepy. I say, I’lllight the c<strong>and</strong>le…. Where are the matches? And, by theway, I’ll show you the photograph of the procurator ofthe Palace of Justice. He gave us all a photograph whenhe said good-bye to us yesterday, with his autograph.”Gagin struck a match against the wall <strong>and</strong> lighted ac<strong>and</strong>le. But before he had moved a step from the bed tofetch the photographs he heard behind him a piercing,heartrending shriek. Looking round, he saw his wife’slarge eyes fastened upon him, full of amazement, horror,<strong>and</strong> wrath….“You took your dressing-gown off in the kitchen?” shesaid, turning pale.“Why?”67
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