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- Olenushka! - has escaped from Mark Danilycha's sore breast... Having lost
soznane, a sheaf it has swept at a bed pochivshej.
- Has departed? - He has bitterly exclaimed, having come to memory.
- To god of spirits and vsjakija fleshes, - it is sad, but solemnly said
Darya Sergevna and, having submitted it on hands still laughing dunju, - podite with
It, - has told, - it is necessary oprjatat the dead woman.
With Dunej on hands in other room has passed Marko Danilych. Windows
Are opened, the bright May sun burns in skies, pleasant heat by the ground
Spilling; larks are filled in in azure height, and in a shady garden sings
The nightingale - all looks cheerfully, festively... The Girl joyfully laughs loudly,
Jumping up on fatherly hands and waving chubby handles.
The new widower tends down to the ground, tends, tends and, carefully having lowered on
Floor a daughter so has begun to sob that have run together house and it, motionless, almost
Lifeless, have transferred on bed.
And when Marko Danilych has come to the senses, to it was remembered uchaste its father
In bloody affairs of Potashova. And so he spoke:
- The parent has died suddenly!. The brother has sunk in the sea!. It, in the such
Young years, has died!. My God! You, under the writing, revenge to the seventh
Knee!. But you after all, My God, also are mercy... Give vent on me to all fury,
But my Lunju keep, Dunju pardon!.
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And after that days behind days have begun to flow. Marko Danilych to trading affairs
Has indulged. With work, cares, work indefatigable it satisfied, how many was
Probably, zaevshee life its grief. Every year not one time splyval it in
Astrakhan on fish a craft, and in district small town where its father has lodged,
Has constructed the big stone house, such, as in a provincial city would be not
From the last...