<strong>The</strong> <strong>Schoolmaster</strong> & <strong>other</strong> <strong>stories</strong>BARON: Anna Sergyevna, you forget that you are ruiningyour father ….A MYSTERY<strong>The</strong> lady began swelling again…. Looking round himwildly Pavel Vassilyevitch got up, yelled in a deep, unnaturalvoice, snatched from the table a heavy paperweight,<strong>and</strong> beside himself, brought it down with all hisforce on the authoress’s head….* * *“Give me in charge, I’ve killed her!” he said to the maidservantwho ran in, a minute later.<strong>The</strong> jury acquitted him.ON THE EVENING of Easter Sunday the actual Civil Councillor,Navagin, on his return from paying calls, pickedup the sheet of paper on which visitors had inscribedtheir names in the hall, <strong>and</strong> went with it into his study.After taking off his outer garments <strong>and</strong> drinking someseltzer water, he settled himself comfortably on a couch<strong>and</strong> began reading the signatures in the list. When hiseyes reached the middle of the long list of signatures,he started, gave an ejaculation of astonishment <strong>and</strong>snapped his fingers, while his face expressed the utmostperplexity.“Again!” he said, slapping his knee. “It’s extraordinary!Again! Again there is the signature of that fellow,goodness knows who he is! Fedyukov! Again!”Among the numerous signatures on the paper was thesignature of a certain Fedyukov. Who the devil this74
Anton TchekhovFedyukov was, Navagin had not a notion. He went overin his memory all his acquaintances, relations <strong>and</strong> subordinatesin the service, recalled his remote past butcould recollect no name like Fedyukov. What was sostrange was that this incognito, Fedyukov, had signedhis name regularly every Christmas <strong>and</strong> Easter for thelast thirteen years. Neither Navagin, his wife, nor hishouse porter knew who he was, where he came from orwhat he was like.“It’s extraordinary!” Navagin thought in perplexity,as he paced about the study. “It’s strange <strong>and</strong> incomprehensible!It’s like sorcery!”“Call the porter here!” he shouted.“It’s devilish queer! But I will find out who he is!”“I say, Grigory,” he said, addressing the porter as heentered, “that Fedyukov has signed his name again! Didyou see him?”“No, your Excellency.”“Upon my word, but he has signed his name! So hemust have been in the hall. Has he been?”“No, he hasn’t, your Excellency.”“How could he have signed his name without beingthere?”“I can’t tell.”“Who is to tell, then? You sit gaping there in the hall.Try <strong>and</strong> remember, perhaps someone you didn’t knowcame in? Think a minute!”“No, your Excellency, there has been no one I didn’tknow. Our clerks have been, the baroness came to seeher Excellency, the priests have been with the Cross, <strong>and</strong>there has been no one else….”“Why, he was invisible when he signed his name, then,was he?”“I can’t say: but there has been no Fedyukov here.That I will swear before the holy image….”“It’s queer! It’s incomprehensible! It’s extraordinary!”mused Navagin. “It’s positively ludicrous.A man has been signing his name here for thirteen years<strong>and</strong> you can’t find out who he is. Perhaps it’s a joke?Perhaps some clerk writes that name as well as his ownfor fun.”And Navagin began examining Fedyukov’s signature.75
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