john9221
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at?" said the boy, suddenly beginning to strike the keyboard with both hands.
"Only fancy!" answered Ignat [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], surprised at the broadening grin on his face in the mirror.
"Impudence! Impudence!" they heard behind them the voice of Mavra Kuzminichna who had entered silently. "How he's grinning [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the fat mug! Is that what you're here for? Nothing's cleared away down there and Vasilich is worn out. Just you wait a bit [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!"
Ignat left off smiling, adjusted his belt, and went out of the room with meekly downcast eyes.
"Aunt, I did it gently," said the boy.
"I'll give you something gently, you monkey you!" cried Mavra Kuzminichna, raising her arm threateningly. "Go and get the samovar to boil for your grandfather."
Mavra Kuzminichna flicked the dust off the clavichord and closed it, and with a deep sigh left the drawing room and locked its main door.
Going out into the yard she paused to consider where she should go next- to drink tea in the servants' wing with Vasilich, or into the storeroom to put away what still lay about.
She heard the sound of quick footsteps in the quiet street. Someone stopped at the gate, and the latch rattled as someone tried to open it. Mavra Kuzminichna went to the gate.
"Who do you want?"
"The count- Count I
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