<strong>The</strong> <strong>Schoolmaster</strong> & <strong>other</strong> <strong>stories</strong>sacristan of the parish who had been sent for on businesswere in his study. Nayagin’s face was beaming. He lookedlovingly at his creation, felt between his fingers how thickit was, <strong>and</strong> with a happy smile said to the secretary:“I propose, Filipp Sergeyitch, to send it registered. Itwill be safer….” And raising his eyes to the sacristan,he said: “I have sent for you on business, my good man.I am putting my youngest son to the high school <strong>and</strong> Imust have a certificate of baptism; only could you letme have it quickly?”“Very good, your Excellency!” said the sacristan, bowing.“Very good, I underst<strong>and</strong>….”“Can you let me have it by to-morrow?”“Very well, your Excellency, set your mind at rest! Tomorrowit shall be ready! Will you send someone to thechurch to-morrow before evening service? I shall bethere. Bid him ask for Fedyukov. I am always there….”“What!” cried the general, turning pale.“Fedyukov.”“You, … you are Fedyukov?” asked Navagin, lookingat him with wide-open eyes.“Just so, Fedyukov.”“You…. you signed your name in my hall?”“Yes …” the sacristan admitted, <strong>and</strong> was overcomewith confusion. “When we come with the Cross, yourExcellency, to gr<strong>and</strong> gentlemen’s houses I always signmy name…. I like doing it…. Excuse me, but when Isee the list of names in the hall I feel an impulse to signmine….”In dumb stupefaction, underst<strong>and</strong>ing nothing, hearingnothing, Navagin paced about his study. He touchedthe curtain over the door, three times waved his h<strong>and</strong>slike a jeune premier in a ballet when he sees her, gave awhistle <strong>and</strong> a meaningless smile, <strong>and</strong> pointed with hisfinger into space.“So I will send off the article at once, your Excellency,”said the secretary.<strong>The</strong>se words roused Navagin from his stupour. Helooked blankly at the secretary <strong>and</strong> the sacristan, remembered,<strong>and</strong> stamping, his foot irritably, screamedin a high, breaking tenor:“Leave me in peace! Lea-eave me in peace, I tell you!78
Anton TchekhovWhat you want of me I don’t underst<strong>and</strong>.”<strong>The</strong> secretary <strong>and</strong> the sacristan went out of the study<strong>and</strong> reached the street while he was still stamping <strong>and</strong>shouting:“Leave me in peace! What you want of me I don’tunderst<strong>and</strong>. Lea-eave me in peace!”STRONG IMPRESSIONSIT HAPPENED not so long ago in the Moscow circuit court.<strong>The</strong> jurymen, left in the court for the night, before lyingdown to sleep fell into conversation about strongimpressions. <strong>The</strong>y were led to this discussion by recallinga witness who, by his own account, had begun tostammer <strong>and</strong> had gone grey owing to a terrible moment.<strong>The</strong> jurymen decided that before going to sleep, eachone of them should ransack among his memories <strong>and</strong>tell something that had happened to him. Man’s life isbrief, but yet there is no man who cannot boast thatthere have been terrible moments in his past.One juryman told the story of how he was nearlydrowned; an<strong>other</strong> described how, in a place where therewere neither doctors nor chemists, he had one night poisonedhis own son through giving him zinc vitriol bymistake for soda. <strong>The</strong> child did not die, but the father79
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