<strong>The</strong> <strong>Schoolmaster</strong> & <strong>other</strong> <strong>stories</strong>won’t reach your fiancée. It was not you who wrote theaddress but I, <strong>and</strong> I muddled it so they won’t be able tomake it out at the post-office. It will be a lesson to younot to argue about what you don’t underst<strong>and</strong>.’“Now, gentlemen, I leave it to the next to speak.”<strong>The</strong> fifth juryman settled himself more comfortably,<strong>and</strong> had just opened his mouth to begin his story whenwe heard the clock strike on Spassky Tower.“Twelve …” one of the jurymen counted. “And intowhich class, gentlemen, would you put the emotions thatare being experienced now by the man we are trying?He, that murderer, is spending the night in a convictcell here in the court, sitting or lying down <strong>and</strong> of coursenot sleeping, <strong>and</strong> throughout the whole sleepless nightlistening to that chime. What is he thinking of? Whatvisions are haunting him?”And the jurymen all suddenly forgot about strong impressions;what their companion who had once writtena letter to his Natasha had suffered seemed unimportant,even not amusing; <strong>and</strong> no one said anything more;they began quietly <strong>and</strong> in silence lying down to sleep.DRUNKA MANUFACTURER called Frolov, a h<strong>and</strong>some dark manwith a round beard, <strong>and</strong> a soft, velvety expression in hiseyes, <strong>and</strong> Almer, his lawyer, an elderly man with a bigrough head, were drinking in one of the public rooms ofa restaurant on the outskirts of the town. <strong>The</strong>y had bothcome to the restaurant straight from a ball <strong>and</strong> so werewearing dress coats <strong>and</strong> white ties. Except them <strong>and</strong>the waiters at the door there was not a soul in the room;by Frolov’s orders no one else was admitted.<strong>The</strong>y began by drinking a big wine-glass of vodka <strong>and</strong>eating oysters.“Good!” said Almer. “It was I brought oysters intofashion for the first course, my boy. <strong>The</strong> vodka burns<strong>and</strong> stings your throat <strong>and</strong> you have a voluptuous sensationin your throat when you swallow an oyster. Don’tyou?”84
Anton TchekhovA dignified waiter with a shaven upper lip <strong>and</strong> greywhiskers put a sauceboat on the table.“What’s that you are serving?” asked Frolov.“Sauce Provençale for the herring, sir….”“What! is that the way to serve it?” shouted Frolov,not looking into the sauceboat. “Do you call that sauce?You don’t know how to wait, you blockhead!”Frolov’s velvety eyes flashed. He twisted a corner ofthe table-cloth round his finger, made a slight movement,<strong>and</strong> the dishes, the c<strong>and</strong>lesticks, <strong>and</strong> the bottles, all jingling<strong>and</strong> clattering, fell with a crash on the floor.<strong>The</strong> waiters, long accustomed to pot-house catastrophes,ran up to the table <strong>and</strong> began picking up the fragmentswith grave <strong>and</strong> unconcerned faces, like surgeonsat an operation.“How well you know how to manage them!” saidAlmer, <strong>and</strong> he laughed. “But … move a little away fromthe table or you will step in the caviare.”“Call the engineer here!” cried Frolov.This was the name given to a decrepit, doleful old manwho really had once been an engineer <strong>and</strong> very well off;he had squ<strong>and</strong>ered all his property <strong>and</strong> towards the endof his life had got into a restaurant where he lookedafter the waiters <strong>and</strong> singers <strong>and</strong> carried out various commissionsrelating to the fair sex. Appearing at the summons,he put his head on one side respectfully.“Listen, my good man,” Frolov said, addressing him.“What’s the meaning of this disorder? How queerly youfellows wait! Don’t you know that I don’t like it? Deviltake you, I shall give up coming to you!”“I beg you graciously to excuse it, AlexeySemyonitch!” said the engineer, laying his h<strong>and</strong> on hisheart. “I will take steps immediately, <strong>and</strong> your slightestwishes shall be carried out in the best <strong>and</strong> speediest way.”“Well, that’ll do, you can go….”<strong>The</strong> engineer bowed, staggered back, still doubled up,<strong>and</strong> disappeared through the doorway with a final flashof the false diamonds on his shirt-front <strong>and</strong> fingers.<strong>The</strong> table was laid again. Almer drank red wine <strong>and</strong>ate with relish some sort of bird served with truffles,<strong>and</strong> ordered a matelote of eelpouts <strong>and</strong> a sterlet with itstail in its mouth. Frolov only drank vodka <strong>and</strong> ate noth-85
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