А.П.Чехов - Дачники
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A couple of recently married spouses walked along the summer platform back and forth. He held her by the waist, and she was stinging at him, and both were happy. Because of the cloudy scraps, the moon looked at them and frowned: probably she was envious and annoying for her boring, no need for anyone. The fixed air was densely saturated with the smell of lilac and bird cherry. Somewhere, on the other side of the rails, Korostel shouted ...
“How good, Sasha, how good!” Said the wife. “Really, you might think that all this is dreaming.” Look how comfortably and affectionately this forest looks! How dear these solid, silent telegraph poles! They, Sasha, revive the landscape and say that, somewhere, there are people ... civilization ... But do you not like the noise of a walking train to your rumor?
- Yes ... what, however, your hands are hot! This is because you are worried, Varya ... What have we prepared for dinner today?
- Okroshka and chicken ... There are enough chicken for us for two. Sardins and Balyk were brought to you from the city.
The moon, as if tobacco sniffed, hid behind the cloud. Happiness reminded her of her loneliness, a lonely bed behind the forests and valleys ...
“The train is coming!” Varya said. “How good!”
Three fiery eyes appeared in the distance. The head of the semi -station entered the platform. Signal lights flashed on the rails there and sam.
“We’ll spend the train and go home,” Sasha said and yawned. “You and I live well, Varya, it’s so good that it is even incredible!”
The dark monster silently crawled to the platform and stopped. Sleepy faces, hats, shoulders flashed in the half -enlarged car windows ...
- Ah! Ah!- was heard from one car. The Var and her husband went out to meet us! Here they are! Varenka! .. Varechka! Oh!
Two girls jumped out of the wagon and hung on the neck of Varya. Behind them appeared a complete, elderly lady and a tall, skinny gentleman with gray -haired tanks, then two gymnasium students, embedded in the baggage, behind the gymnasiums governess, grandmother behind the governess.
“And here we are, and here we are, my friend!” The master began with the tanks, shaking Sasha’s hand. “Tea, waited!” I suppose I scolded my uncle for not going! Kolya, Kostya, Nina, Fifa ... Children! Kiss Sasha's cousin! Everything to you, all with a brood, and three, four days. I hope not shy? Please without a ceremony.
Seeing his uncle with the family, the couple were horrified. While the uncle spoke and kissed, the picture flashed in the imagination of Sasha: he and his wife give the guests their three rooms, pillows, blankets; Balyk, sardines and okroshka are eaten in one second, cousins tear flowers, spill ink, fog, aunts all days interpret their illness (soliter and pain under the spoon) and that she is the nee Baroness von Fintih ...
And Sasha already looked at his young wife with hatred and whispered to her:
= This they came to you ... Damn them!
“No, to you!” She answered, pale, also with hatred and with anger. “These are not mine, but your relatives!”
And turning to the guests, she said with a friendly smile:
- Welcome!
From behind the cloud the moon floated again. She seemed to smile; It seemed to her pleased that she had no relatives. And Sasha turned away to hide his angry, desperate face from the guests, and said, giving his voice a joyful, complacent expression:
- Welcome! We ask for mercy, dear guests!