A sultry, stifling midday. Not a cloudlet in the sky. The sun-baked grass had a disconsolate, hopeless look: even if there were rain it could never be green again. The forest stood silent, motionless, as though it were looking at something with its tree-tops or expecting something.
At the edge of the clearing a tall, narrow-shouldered man of forty in a red shirt, in patched trousers that had been a gentlemans, and in high boots, was slouching along with a lazy, shambling step. He was sauntering along the road. On the right was the green of the clearing, on the left a golden sea of ripe rye stretched to the very horizon. He was red and perspiring, a white cap with a straight jockey peak, evidently a gift from some open-handed young gentleman, perched jauntily on his handsome flaxen head. Across his shoulder hung a game-bag with a blackcock lying in it. The man held a double-barrelled gun cocked in his hand, and screwed up his eyes in the direction of his lean old dog who was running on ahead sniffing the bushes. There was stillness all round, not a sound everything living was hiding away from the heat.
Yegor Vlassitch! the huntsman suddenly heard a soft voice.
He started and, looking round, scowled. Beside him, as though she had sprung out of the earth, stood a pale-faced woman of thirty with a sickle in her hand. She was trying to look into his face, and was smiling diffidently.
Oh, it is you, Pelagea! said the huntsman, stopping and deliberately uncocking the gun. Hm! How have you come here?
The women from our village are working here, so I have come with them. As a labourer, Yegor Vlassitch.
Oh growled Yegor Vlassitch, and slowly walked on.
Pelagea followed him. They walked in silence for twenty paces.
I have not seen you for a long time, Yegor Vlassitch said Pelagea looking tenderly at the huntsmans moving shoulders. I have not seen you since you came into our hut at Easter for a drink of water you came in at Easter for a minute and then God knows how drunk you scolded and beat me and went away I have been waiting and waiting Ive tired my eyes out looking for you. Ah, Yegor Vlassitch, Yegor Vlassitch! you might look in just once!
What is there for me to do there?
Of course there is nothing for you to do though to be sure there is the place to look after. To see how things are going. You are the master. I say, you have shot a blackcock, Yegor Vlassitch! You ought to sit down and rest!
As she said all this Pelagea laughed like a silly girl and looked up at Yegors face. Her face was simply radiant with happiness.
Sit down? If you like said Yegor in a tone of indifference, and he chose a spot between two fir-trees. Why are you standing? You sit down too.
Pelagea sat a little way off in the sun and, ashamed of her joy, put her hand over her smiling mouth. Two minutes passed in silence.
You might come for once, said Pelagea.
What for? sighed Yegor, taking off his cap and wiping his red forehead with his hand. There is no object in my coming. To go for an hour or two is only waste of time, its simply upsetting you, and to live continually in the village my soul could not endure. You know yourself I am a pampered man. I want a bed to sleep in, good tea to drink, and refined conversation. I want all the niceties, while you live in
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