' Well, of course, there was pain,
aversion, nastiness ... And he afterwards spread it around as a
current anecdote. The desperate cry of my soul."
"Well, as long as we do speak, let's speak to the end," suddenly
and calmly said Zoe, and smiled negligently and sadly. "I was
deprived of innocence by a teacher in the ministerial school, Ivan
Petrovich Sus. He simply called me over to his rooms, and his wife
at that time had gone to market for a suckling pig--it was
Christmas. Treated me with candies, and then said it was going to
be one of two things: either I must obey him in everything, or
he'd at once expel me out of school for bad conduct. But then you
know yourselves, girls, how we feared the teachers. Here they
aren't terrible to us, because we do with them whatever we want--
but at that time! For then he seemed to us greater than Czar and
God."
"And me a stewdent. He was teaching the master's boys in our
place. There, where I was a servant ..."
"No, but I ..." exclaimed Niura, but, turning around unexpectedly,
remained as she was with her mouth open.
Pages:
279
280
281
282
283
284
285
286
287
288
289
290
291
292
293
294
295
296
297
298
299
300
301
302
303