The Darling and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 267 pages of information about The Darling and Other Stories.

The Darling and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 267 pages of information about The Darling and Other Stories.

One hot July day, towards evening, just as the cattle were being driven away, and the whole yard was full of dust, some one suddenly knocked at the gate.  Olenka went to open it herself and was dumbfounded when she looked out:  she saw Smirnin, the veterinary surgeon, grey-headed, and dressed as a civilian.  She suddenly remembered everything.  She could not help crying and letting her head fall on his breast without uttering a word, and in the violence of her feeling she did not notice how they both walked into the house and sat down to tea.

“My dear Vladimir Platonitch!  What fate has brought you?” she muttered, trembling with joy.

“I want to settle here for good, Olga Semyonovna,” he told her.  “I have resigned my post, and have come to settle down and try my luck on my own account.  Besides, it’s time for my boy to go to school.  He’s a big boy.  I am reconciled with my wife, you know.”

“Where is she?’ asked Olenka.

“She’s at the hotel with the boy, and I’m looking for lodgings.”

“Good gracious, my dear soul!  Lodgings?  Why not have my house?  Why shouldn’t that suit you?  Why, my goodness, I wouldn’t take any rent!” cried Olenka in a flutter, beginning to cry again.  “You live here, and the lodge will do nicely for me.  Oh dear! how glad I am!”

Next day the roof was painted and the walls were whitewashed, and Olenka, with her arms akimbo walked about the yard giving directions.  Her face was beaming with her old smile, and she was brisk and alert as though she had waked from a long sleep.  The veterinary’s wife arrived—­a thin, plain lady, with short hair and a peevish expression.  With her was her little Sasha, a boy of ten, small for his age, blue-eyed, chubby, with dimples in his cheeks.  And scarcely had the boy walked into the yard when he ran after the cat, and at once there was the sound of his gay, joyous laugh.

“Is that your puss, auntie?” he asked Olenka.  “When she has little ones, do give us a kitten.  Mamma is awfully afraid of mice.”

Olenka talked to him, and gave him tea.  Her heart warmed and there was a sweet ache in her bosom, as though the boy had been her own child.  And when he sat at the table in the evening, going over his lessons, she looked at him with deep tenderness and pity as she murmured to herself: 

“You pretty pet! . . . my precious! . . .  Such a fair little thing, and so clever.”

“’An island is a piece of land which is entirely surrounded by water,’” he read aloud.

“An island is a piece of land,” she repeated, and this was the first opinion to which she gave utterance with positive conviction after so many years of silence and dearth of ideas.

Now she had opinions of her own, and at supper she talked to Sasha’s parents, saying how difficult the lessons were at the high schools, but that yet the high school was better than a commercial one, since with a high-school education all careers were open to one, such as being a doctor or an engineer.

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