<strong>The</strong> <strong>Schoolmaster</strong> & <strong>other</strong> <strong>stories</strong><strong>and</strong> in the restaurants <strong>and</strong> spend my nights in dissipation.Come, how is one to explain this hatred? She is notan ordinary woman, but h<strong>and</strong>some, clever, quiet.”<strong>The</strong> old man stamped his foot <strong>and</strong> began singing:“I went a walk with a captain bold, And in his ear mysecrets told.”“I must own I always thought that Marya Mihalovnawas not at all the right person for you,” said Almer aftera brief silence, <strong>and</strong> he heaved a sigh.“Do you mean she is too well educated? … I took thegold medal at the commercial school myself, I have beento Paris three times. I am not cleverer than you, ofcourse, but I am no more foolish than my wife. No,br<strong>other</strong>, education is not the sore point. Let me tell youhow all the trouble began. It began with my suddenlyfancying that she had married me not from love, but forthe sake of my money. This idea took possession of mybrain. I have done all I could think of, but the cursedthing sticks! And to make it worse my wife was overtakenwith a passion for luxury. Getting into a sack ofgold after poverty, she took to flinging it in all directions.She went quite off her head, <strong>and</strong> was so carriedaway that she used to get through twenty thous<strong>and</strong> everymonth. And I am a distrustful man. I don’t believein anyone, I suspect everybody. And the more friendlyyou are to me the greater my torment. I keep fancying Iam being flattered for my money. I trust no one! I am adifficult man, my boy, very difficult!”Frolov emptied his glass at one gulp <strong>and</strong> went on.“But that’s all nonsense,” he said. “One never oughtto speak of it. It’s stupid. I am tipsy <strong>and</strong> I have beenchattering, <strong>and</strong> now you are looking at me with lawyer’seyes—glad you know some one else’s secret. Well, well!… Let us drop this conversation. Let us drink! I say,” hesaid, addressing a waiter, “is Mustafa here? Fetch himin!”Shortly afterwards there walked into the room a littleTatar boy, aged about twelve, wearing a dress coat <strong>and</strong>white gloves.“Come here!” Frolov said to him. “Explain to us thefollowing fact: there was a time when you Tatars conqueredus <strong>and</strong> took tribute from us, but now you serve88
Anton Tchekhovus as waiters <strong>and</strong> sell dressing-gowns. How do you explainsuch a change?”Mustafa raised his eyebrows <strong>and</strong> said in a shrill voice,with a sing-song intonation: “<strong>The</strong> mutability of destiny!”Almer looked at his grave face <strong>and</strong> went off into pealsof laughter.“Well, give him a rouble!” said Frolov. “He is makinghis fortune out of the mutability of destiny. He is onlykept here for the sake of those two words. Drink,Mustafa! You will make a gre-eat rascal! I mean it isawful how many of your sort are toadies hanging aboutrich men. <strong>The</strong> number of these peaceful b<strong>and</strong>its <strong>and</strong>robbers is beyond all reckoning! Shouldn’t we send forthe gypsies now? Eh? Fetch the gypsies along!”<strong>The</strong> gypsies, who had been hanging about wearily inthe corridors for a long time, burst with whoops intothe room, <strong>and</strong> a wild orgy began.“Drink!” Frolov shouted to them. “Drink! Seed ofPharaoh! Sing! A-a-ah!”“In the winter time … o-o-ho! … the sledge was flying …”<strong>The</strong> gypsies sang, whistled, danced. In the frenzywhich sometimes takes possession of spoilt <strong>and</strong> verywealthy men, “broad natures,” Frolov began to play thefool. He ordered supper <strong>and</strong> champagne for the gypsies,broke the shade of the electric light, shied bottles at thepictures <strong>and</strong> looking-glasses, <strong>and</strong> did it all apparentlywithout the slightest enjoyment, scowling <strong>and</strong> shoutingirritably, with contempt for the people, with an expressionof hatred in his eyes <strong>and</strong> his manners. He made theengineer sing a solo, made the bass singers drink a mixtureof wine, vodka, <strong>and</strong> oil.At six o’clock they h<strong>and</strong>ed him the bill.“Nine hundred <strong>and</strong> twenty-five roubles, forty kopecks,”said Almer, <strong>and</strong> shrugged his shoulders. “What’sit for? No, wait, we must go into it!”“Stop!” muttered Frolov, pulling out his pocket-book.“Well! … let them rob me. That’s what I’m rich for, tobe robbed! … You can’t get on without parasites! …You are my lawyer. You get six thous<strong>and</strong> a year out ofme <strong>and</strong> what for? But excuse me, … I don’t know whatI am saying.”89
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