My husband and I; and other stories

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1887 Excerpt: ...it was only to treat me in this way I After galloping like I have done to get back home as soon as possible, why, now that I am beginning to feel tired, and am just within smelling distance of my fodder, he makes me turn round again!" "Get along! fly!" cried Polikey in the meanwhile through his tears, standing up in the car, and goading Baraban on by lashing him with his whip, X. No one in Pokrovski saw anything of Polikey the whole of that day. The barina sent to inquire for him several times after dinner, and Aksioutka ran to Akoulina's abode. The latter, however, told the girl that her husband had not yet returned; the tradesman had probably detained him, or perhaps some accident had happened to the horse. "Didn't Baraban limp a little? "she asked. "I remember that Maksim once had him out for twenty-four hours, and that he was obliged to go nearly the whole journey on foot." A few minutes later, Aksioutka was again waving her pendulums as she flew towards the hut once more, and Akoulina racked her brains every time to invent some fresh excuse for her husband's delay. She tried to calm her own anxiety, but her attempts were attended with but little success. Her heart was very heavy, and she felt quite incapable of setting to work at the preparations for the morrow's festivities. What caused her still more trouble was the fact that the carpenter's wife told her that she had seen a man exactly like Iliitch drive up towards the avenue, and then turn round and go off in the opposite direction. The children, too, were longing for their father's arrival with an impatience mingled with uneasiness, though from different reasons than their mother's. Anioutka and Machka had been left without a shouba, and without the caftan which ...