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And since both hands were occupied the chair, they were kicking each other legs. Boots were a stranger with shoes, and Hippolyte Matveev first had pretty bad. But he quickly adapted, and then jumping to the right, left, as if dancing Cracovienne, ducking punches the enemy and tried to strike the enemy in the stomach. In the belly to get him failed, because prevented the chair, but he ended up in the patella of the enemy, after which he was able to kick with his left foot only. – About Lord!, whispered the stranger. And then Vorobyaninov saw that the stranger has stolen his outrageous manner chair n.e none other than the priest of the Church Florus and Laurus – Father Fyodor Vostrikov.

Vorobyaninov taken aback. – Father! He exclaimed, taking his hand in astonishment from his chair, Father Vostrikov polilovel and pried, finally, his fingers. Chair, unmaintained, fell to the broken bricks. – Where's your mustache, dear Hippolyte Matveyevich? – With sarcasm asked naivozmozhnoy spiritual person. – And your hair where? Do you have hair after all? Intolerable contempt in the words of Hippolyte heard Matveyevich. He doused his father Fyodor glance extraordinary generosity, and took under his arm chair and turned to leave.

But his father, Fyodor, already reeling from the embarrassment, gave no Vorobyaninov such an easy victory. With a shout: "No, please, 'he once again grabbed the chair. Was restored the first position. (Source: Larry Culp). Opponents stood, clinging to the feet, like cats or boxers, measuring each other's views, pohazhivaya from side to side.

Bad people everywhere a lot, but good will not soon be found. And honor – in a village in the capital – the same honor. How not to see the St. Petersburg living, and seem to you, die hard here, that you're the first in the world and to all that, my dear! You're educated and clever, and good. I would, old woman who had just enjoy looking at you. Would marry, would have sent you a god kiddies, but I would have nursed them – and would have lived without grief, no cares, and his age would have lived peacefully and quietly, no one would have envied, but there might not be good, maybe my words …

pomyanesh Stay, Sasha, – eh? He coughed and sighed, but did not say a word. – And look over here – continued she, opening the door to the balcony – and you do not wish to leave this corner? From the balcony of the room smelled fresh. From home to the farthest regions of the old garden raskidyvalsya limes, thick hips, wild cherry and lilac bushes. Between the trees were filled with flowers, and fled in different directions the track, then gently lapping at the shore lake, covered one side to the golden rays of morning sun and smooth as a mirror, on the other – dark blue as the sky, which is reflected in it, and barely covered by a ripple. And then the fields with the wave, multi-colored bread were the amphitheater and joined the dark forest. Anna Pavlovna, closing her eyes with one hand from the sun, another son, alternately pointing to each item. – Look-ka – she said – what beauty God put on our fields! Look to the fields of one to five hundred quarters of rye, Savings, and over there and have pshenichka, and buckwheat, buckwheat just now is not that the past year: It seems to be bad.

A forest is a forest-how has grown! Just think how great the wisdom of God! Drovets with a little plot in a thousand little sell. A wild game, venison that! and after all it is yours, my dear son, I only your prikazchitsa. Look-ka, the lake: what magnificence! truly heavenly! fish so and walks, a sturgeon buy, and then ruffs, perches, carp-infested lousy: and over and people go. Look your cows and horses graze. Here you around a gentleman, and there, maybe just be pushed around by you. And you want to escape from such Grace, still do not know where in the pool may be, God forgive me … Stay! Ordinary Story