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The Lottery Ticket by Anton Chekhov
Book, page 181 / 221


habit of visiting our lodgings. He would come to a teacher's,
would sit down, and remain silent, as though he were carefully
inspecting something. He would sit like this in silence for an
hour or two and then go away. This he called 'maintaining good
relations with his colleagues'; and it was obvious that coming to
see us and sitting there was tiresome to him, and that he came to
see us simply because he considered it his duty as our colleague.
We teachers were afraid of him. And even the headmaster was
afraid of him. Would you believe it, our teachers were all
intellectual, right-minded people, brought up on Turgenev and
Shtchedrin, yet this little chap, who always went about with
goloshes and an umbrella, had the whole high-school under his
thumb for fifteen long years! High-school, indeed -- he had the
whole town under his thumb! Our ladies did not get up private
theatricals on Saturdays for fear he should hear of it, and the
clergy dared not eat meat or play cards in his presence. Under
the influence of people like Byelikov we have got into the way of
being afraid of everything in our town for the last ten or
fifteen years. They are afraid to speak aloud, afraid to send
letters, afraid to make acquaintances, afraid to read books,
afraid to help the poor, to teach people to read and write. . .
."

Ivan Ivanovitch cleared his throat, meaning to say something, but
first lighted his pipe, g azed at the moon, and then said, with
pauses:

"Yes, intellectual, right minded people read Shtchedrin and
Turgenev, Buckle, and all the rest of them, yet they knocked
under and put up with it. . . that's just how it is."

"Byelikov lived in the same house as I did," Burkin went on, "on
the same storey, his door facing mine; we often saw each other,
and I knew how he lived when he was at home. And at home it was
the same story: dressing-gown, nightcap, blinds, bolts, a perfect
succession of prohibitions and restrictions of all sorts, and
--'Oh, I hope nothing will come of it!' Lenten fare was bad for
him, yet he could not eat meat, as people might perhaps say
Byelikov did not keep the fasts, and he ate freshwater fish with
butter -- not a Lenten dish, yet one could not say that it was

 
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