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'What a strange creature that Gerasi hi Upon my word!'

'But Gerasi up his porridge with a spoon

'Hohen?'

'Why, a couple of hours ago Yes, indeed! I ran against hi out of the yard I tried to ask hi, but he wasn't in the best of huave me a shove; I suppose he only o, do!" but he fetched me such a crack on my neck, so seriously, that--oh! oh!' And Stepan, who could not help laughing, shrugged up and rubbed the back of his head 'Yes,' he added; 'he has got a fist; it's sohed at Stepan, and after supper they separated to go to bed

Meanwhile, at that very ti on his shoulders and a stick in his hand, was eagerly and persistently stepping out along the T---- highroad It was Gerasi hoe, to his own country After drowning poor Muarret, hurriedly packed a few things together in an old horsecloth, tied it up in a bundle, tossed it on his shoulder, and so was ready He had noticed the road carefully when he was brought to Moscow; the village his mistress had taken hihroad He walked along it with a sort of invincible purpose, a desperate and at the same time joyous determination He walked, his shoulders thrown back and his chest expanded; his eyes were fixed greedily straight before hi for hi wanderings in strange parts, a in, was still and warm; on one side, where the sun had set, the horizon was still light and faintly flushed with the last glow of the vanished day; on the other side a blue-grey twilight had already risen up The night was co up from that quarter Quails were in hundreds around; corncrakes were calling to one another in the thickets Gerasiht-whispering of the trees, by which his strong legs carried hi rye, which afted fro to ly upon his face, and play with his hair and his beard He saw before hiht as an arrow He saw in the sky stars innu and bold as a lion, so that when the rising sun shed its ht upon the still fresh and unwearied traveller, already thirty miles lay between him and Moscow