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Pilniak, Boris, 1894-1937

"Tales of the Wilderness"


"All right, it does not matter, I will come to-morrow at dusk." Then
in a low voice he added: "Will you come?"
Arina moved closer to him, and she too spoke under her breath: "Yes,
come this way. And we will have a walk ... Bother my father! But go
now, I am in a hurry ... there is the house to put straight.... I
feel the baby under my heart. Go!"
The first warm rain drops fell from the invisible sky as Ivanov
walked across the meadows; at first they were sparse, pattering
noisily on his leather jacket; then they began to fall more heavily
and he was soon enveloped in the sonorous downpour of a vernal
shower. Close to the manor Gek darted aside and disappeared down the
ravine, from whence arose the rustling of wings, and the perturbed
cries of cranes. Gek barked, some dogs on a neighbouring farm
answered him; to these, others responded from a distant village, and
then again, from far away there was borne over the earth the clear
springtime baying of other dogs.
On entering the main avenue of the park, Ivanov noticed the glow of a
cigarette suddenly disappearing down a side-walk; afterwards he
encountered Aganka at a gate.
"You!" he exclaimed. "On the run as usual? So you have made friends
with a smoker this time?"
The girl giggled loudly and ran off, splashing through the mud
towards the cow-shed; then she called out innocently:
"I have put the milk by the window in your study.


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