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I had to say that to please him. How do you mean? You know, Smurov, I dont like being asked the same thing twice. I like people to understand at the first word. Some things cant be explained. According to a peasants notions, schoolboys are whipped, and must be whipped. What would a schoolboy be, if he were not whipped? And if I were to tell him we are not, hed be disappointed. But you dont understand that. One has to know how to talk to the peasants. Only dont tease them, please, or youll get into another scrape as you did about that goose. So youre afraid? Dont laugh, Kolya. Of course, Im afraid. My father would be awfully cross. I am strictly forbidden to go out with you. Dont be uneasy, nothing will happen this time. Hullo, Natasha! he shouted to a market woman in one of the booths. Call me Natasha! What next! My name is Marya, the middle-aged market woman shouted at him. I am so glad its Marya. Good-bye! Ah, you young rascal! A brat like you to carry on so! Im in a hurry. I cant stay now. You shall tell me next Sunday. Kolya waved his hand at her, as though she had attacked him and not he her. Ive nothing to tell you next Sunday. You set upon me, you impudent young monkey. I didnt say anything, bawled Marya. You want a whipping, thats what you want, you saucy jackanapes! There was a roar of laughter among the other market women round her. Suddenly a man in a violent rage darted out from the arcade of shops close by. He was a young man, not a native of the town, with dark, curly hair and a long, pale face, marked with smallpox. He wore a long blue coat and a peaked cap, and looked like a merchants clerk. He was in a state of stupid excitement and brandished his fist at Kolya. I know you, he cried angrily, I know you! Kolya stared at him. He could not recall when he could have had a row with the man. But he had been in so many rows in the street that he could hardly remember them all. Do you? he asked sarcastically. I know you! I know you! the man repeated idiotically. So much the better for you. Well, its time I was going. Good-bye! You are at your saucy pranks again? cried the man. You are at your saucy pranks again? I know, you are at it again! Its not your business, brother, if I am at my saucy pranks again, said Kolya, standing still and scanning him. Not my business? No; its not your business. |
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