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“KIND sir, have pity; turn your attention to a poor, hungry man!
For three days I have had nothing to eat; I haven’t five copecks
for a lodging, I swear it before God.  For eight years I was a
village schoolteacher and then I lost my place through intrigues.
I fell a victim to calumny.  It is a year now since I have had
anything to do.”
The advocate, Sergei, looked at the ragged, fawn-coloured
overcoat of the suppliant, at his dull, drunken eyes, at the red
spot on either cheek, and it seemed to him as if he had seen this
man somewhere before.
“I have now had an offer of a position in the province of Kaluga,”
the mendicant went on, “but I haven’t the money to get there.
Help me kindly; I am ashamed to ask, but — I am obliged to
by circumstances.”
Sergei’s eyes fell on the man’s overshoes, one of which was
high and the other low, and he suddenly remembered something.
“Look here, it seems to me I met you the day before yesterday
in Sadovya Street,” he said; “but you told me then that you were
a student who had been expelled, and not a village schoolteacher.
Do you remember?”
“N-no, that can’t be so,” mumbled the beggar, taken aback. “I
am a village schoolteacher, and if you like I can show you
my papers.”
“Have done with lying! You called yourself a student and even
told me what you had been expelled for. Don’t you remember?”
Sergei flushed and turned from the ragged creature with an
expression of disgust.
9. The Beggar
What induced the beggar, Lushkoff, to change his
ways?  Let’s read and find out.
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“KIND sir, have pity; turn your attention to a poor, hungry man!
For three days I have had nothing to eat; I haven’t five copecks
for a lodging, I swear it before God.  For eight years I was a
village schoolteacher and then I lost my place through intrigues.
I fell a victim to calumny.  It is a year now since I have had
anything to do.”
The advocate, Sergei, looked at the ragged, fawn-coloured
overcoat of the suppliant, at his dull, drunken eyes, at the red
spot on either cheek, and it seemed to him as if he had seen this
man somewhere before.
“I have now had an offer of a position in the province of Kaluga,”
the mendicant went on, “but I haven’t the money to get there.
Help me kindly; I am ashamed to ask, but — I am obliged to
by circumstances.”
Sergei’s eyes fell on the man’s overshoes, one of which was
high and the other low, and he suddenly remembered something.
“Look here, it seems to me I met you the day before yesterday
in Sadovya Street,” he said; “but you told me then that you were
a student who had been expelled, and not a village schoolteacher.
Do you remember?”
“N-no, that can’t be so,” mumbled the beggar, taken aback. “I
am a village schoolteacher, and if you like I can show you
my papers.”
“Have done with lying! You called yourself a student and even
told me what you had been expelled for. Don’t you remember?”
Sergei flushed and turned from the ragged creature with an
expression of disgust.
9. The Beggar
What induced the beggar, Lushkoff, to change his
ways?  Let’s read and find out.
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“This is dishonesty, my dear sir!” he cried angrily. “This is
swindling — I shall send the police for you, damn you!”
“Sir!” he said, laying his hand on his heart, “the fact is I was
lying! I am neither a  student nor a schoolteacher.  All that was
fiction.  Formerly I sang in a Russian choir and was sent away
for drunkenness.  But what else can I do?  I can’t get along
without lying.  No one will give me anything when I tell the truth,
what can I do?”
“What can you do?  You ask what you can do?” cried
Sergei, coming close to him. “Work! That’s what you can do!
You must work!”
“Work — yes. I know that myself; but where can I find work?”
“How would you like to chop wood for me?”
“I wouldn’t refuse to do that, but in these days even skilled
wood-cutters find themselves sitting without bread.”
“Will you come and chop wood for me?”
“Yes sir, I will.”
“Very well; we’ll soon find out.”
Sergei hastened along, rubbing his hands. He called his cook
out of the kitchen.
“Here, Olga,” he said, “take this gentleman into the wood-shed
and let him chop wood.”
The scarecrow of a beggar shrugged his shoulders, as if in
perplexity, and went irresolutely after the cook.  It was obvious
from his gait that he had not consented to go and chop wood
because he was hungry and wanted work, but simply from pride
and shame and because he had been trapped by his own words.
It was obvious, too, that his strength had been undermined by
vodka and that he was unhealthy and did not feel the slightest
inclination for toil.
Sergei hurried into the dining-room. From its windows one
could see the wood-shed and everything that went on in the yard.
Standing at the window, Sergei saw the cook and the beggar come
out into the yard by the back door and make their way across the
dirty snow to the shed. Olga glared wrathfully at her companion,
shoved him aside with her elbow, unlocked the shed, and angrily
banged the door.
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“KIND sir, have pity; turn your attention to a poor, hungry man!
For three days I have had nothing to eat; I haven’t five copecks
for a lodging, I swear it before God.  For eight years I was a
village schoolteacher and then I lost my place through intrigues.
I fell a victim to calumny.  It is a year now since I have had
anything to do.”
The advocate, Sergei, looked at the ragged, fawn-coloured
overcoat of the suppliant, at his dull, drunken eyes, at the red
spot on either cheek, and it seemed to him as if he had seen this
man somewhere before.
“I have now had an offer of a position in the province of Kaluga,”
the mendicant went on, “but I haven’t the money to get there.
Help me kindly; I am ashamed to ask, but — I am obliged to
by circumstances.”
Sergei’s eyes fell on the man’s overshoes, one of which was
high and the other low, and he suddenly remembered something.
“Look here, it seems to me I met you the day before yesterday
in Sadovya Street,” he said; “but you told me then that you were
a student who had been expelled, and not a village schoolteacher.
Do you remember?”
“N-no, that can’t be so,” mumbled the beggar, taken aback. “I
am a village schoolteacher, and if you like I can show you
my papers.”
“Have done with lying! You called yourself a student and even
told me what you had been expelled for. Don’t you remember?”
Sergei flushed and turned from the ragged creature with an
expression of disgust.
9. The Beggar
What induced the beggar, Lushkoff, to change his
ways?  Let’s read and find out.
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The Beggar/ 57
“This is dishonesty, my dear sir!” he cried angrily. “This is
swindling — I shall send the police for you, damn you!”
“Sir!” he said, laying his hand on his heart, “the fact is I was
lying! I am neither a  student nor a schoolteacher.  All that was
fiction.  Formerly I sang in a Russian choir and was sent away
for drunkenness.  But what else can I do?  I can’t get along
without lying.  No one will give me anything when I tell the truth,
what can I do?”
“What can you do?  You ask what you can do?” cried
Sergei, coming close to him. “Work! That’s what you can do!
You must work!”
“Work — yes. I know that myself; but where can I find work?”
“How would you like to chop wood for me?”
“I wouldn’t refuse to do that, but in these days even skilled
wood-cutters find themselves sitting without bread.”
“Will you come and chop wood for me?”
“Yes sir, I will.”
“Very well; we’ll soon find out.”
Sergei hastened along, rubbing his hands. He called his cook
out of the kitchen.
“Here, Olga,” he said, “take this gentleman into the wood-shed
and let him chop wood.”
The scarecrow of a beggar shrugged his shoulders, as if in
perplexity, and went irresolutely after the cook.  It was obvious
from his gait that he had not consented to go and chop wood
because he was hungry and wanted work, but simply from pride
and shame and because he had been trapped by his own words.
It was obvious, too, that his strength had been undermined by
vodka and that he was unhealthy and did not feel the slightest
inclination for toil.
Sergei hurried into the dining-room. From its windows one
could see the wood-shed and everything that went on in the yard.
Standing at the window, Sergei saw the cook and the beggar come
out into the yard by the back door and make their way across the
dirty snow to the shed. Olga glared wrathfully at her companion,
shoved him aside with her elbow, unlocked the shed, and angrily
banged the door.
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Next he saw the pseudo-teacher seat himself on a log and
become lost in thought with his red cheeks resting on his fists.
The woman flung down an axe at his feet, spat angrily, and,
judging from the expression of her lips, began to scold him. The
beggar irresolutely pulled a billet of wood towards him, set it up
between his feet, and tapped it feebly with the axe. The billet
wavered and fell down.  The beggar again pulled it to him, blew
on his freezing hands, and tapped it with his axe cautiously, as if
afraid of hitting his overshoe or of cutting off his finger; the stick
of wood again fell to the ground.
Sergei’s anger had vanished and he now began to feel a little
sorry and ashamed of himself for having set a spoiled, drunken,
perhaps sick man to work at menial labour in the cold.
An hour later Olga came in and announced that the wood had
all been chopped.
“Good! Give him half a rouble,” said Sergei.  “If he wants to he
can come back and cut wood on the first day of each month.  We
can always find work for him.”
On the first of the month the waif made his appearance and
again earned half a rouble, although he could barely stand on his
legs. From that day on he often appeared in the yard and every
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“KIND sir, have pity; turn your attention to a poor, hungry man!
For three days I have had nothing to eat; I haven’t five copecks
for a lodging, I swear it before God.  For eight years I was a
village schoolteacher and then I lost my place through intrigues.
I fell a victim to calumny.  It is a year now since I have had
anything to do.”
The advocate, Sergei, looked at the ragged, fawn-coloured
overcoat of the suppliant, at his dull, drunken eyes, at the red
spot on either cheek, and it seemed to him as if he had seen this
man somewhere before.
“I have now had an offer of a position in the province of Kaluga,”
the mendicant went on, “but I haven’t the money to get there.
Help me kindly; I am ashamed to ask, but — I am obliged to
by circumstances.”
Sergei’s eyes fell on the man’s overshoes, one of which was
high and the other low, and he suddenly remembered something.
“Look here, it seems to me I met you the day before yesterday
in Sadovya Street,” he said; “but you told me then that you were
a student who had been expelled, and not a village schoolteacher.
Do you remember?”
“N-no, that can’t be so,” mumbled the beggar, taken aback. “I
am a village schoolteacher, and if you like I can show you
my papers.”
“Have done with lying! You called yourself a student and even
told me what you had been expelled for. Don’t you remember?”
Sergei flushed and turned from the ragged creature with an
expression of disgust.
9. The Beggar
What induced the beggar, Lushkoff, to change his
ways?  Let’s read and find out.
2024-25
The Beggar/ 57
“This is dishonesty, my dear sir!” he cried angrily. “This is
swindling — I shall send the police for you, damn you!”
“Sir!” he said, laying his hand on his heart, “the fact is I was
lying! I am neither a  student nor a schoolteacher.  All that was
fiction.  Formerly I sang in a Russian choir and was sent away
for drunkenness.  But what else can I do?  I can’t get along
without lying.  No one will give me anything when I tell the truth,
what can I do?”
“What can you do?  You ask what you can do?” cried
Sergei, coming close to him. “Work! That’s what you can do!
You must work!”
“Work — yes. I know that myself; but where can I find work?”
“How would you like to chop wood for me?”
“I wouldn’t refuse to do that, but in these days even skilled
wood-cutters find themselves sitting without bread.”
“Will you come and chop wood for me?”
“Yes sir, I will.”
“Very well; we’ll soon find out.”
Sergei hastened along, rubbing his hands. He called his cook
out of the kitchen.
“Here, Olga,” he said, “take this gentleman into the wood-shed
and let him chop wood.”
The scarecrow of a beggar shrugged his shoulders, as if in
perplexity, and went irresolutely after the cook.  It was obvious
from his gait that he had not consented to go and chop wood
because he was hungry and wanted work, but simply from pride
and shame and because he had been trapped by his own words.
It was obvious, too, that his strength had been undermined by
vodka and that he was unhealthy and did not feel the slightest
inclination for toil.
Sergei hurried into the dining-room. From its windows one
could see the wood-shed and everything that went on in the yard.
Standing at the window, Sergei saw the cook and the beggar come
out into the yard by the back door and make their way across the
dirty snow to the shed. Olga glared wrathfully at her companion,
shoved him aside with her elbow, unlocked the shed, and angrily
banged the door.
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58 / Moments
Next he saw the pseudo-teacher seat himself on a log and
become lost in thought with his red cheeks resting on his fists.
The woman flung down an axe at his feet, spat angrily, and,
judging from the expression of her lips, began to scold him. The
beggar irresolutely pulled a billet of wood towards him, set it up
between his feet, and tapped it feebly with the axe. The billet
wavered and fell down.  The beggar again pulled it to him, blew
on his freezing hands, and tapped it with his axe cautiously, as if
afraid of hitting his overshoe or of cutting off his finger; the stick
of wood again fell to the ground.
Sergei’s anger had vanished and he now began to feel a little
sorry and ashamed of himself for having set a spoiled, drunken,
perhaps sick man to work at menial labour in the cold.
An hour later Olga came in and announced that the wood had
all been chopped.
“Good! Give him half a rouble,” said Sergei.  “If he wants to he
can come back and cut wood on the first day of each month.  We
can always find work for him.”
On the first of the month the waif made his appearance and
again earned half a rouble, although he could barely stand on his
legs. From that day on he often appeared in the yard and every
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The Beggar/ 59
time work was found for him. Now he would shovel snow, now put
the wood-shed in order, now beat the dust out of rugs and
mattresses. Every time he received from twenty to forty copecks,
and once, even a pair of old trousers were sent out to him.
When Sergei moved into another house he hired him to help
in the packing and hauling of the furniture. This time the waif
was sober, gloomy, and silent. He hardly touched the furniture,
and walked behind the wagons hanging his head, not even making
a pretence of appearing busy. He only shivered in the cold and
became embarrassed when the carters jeered at him for his
idleness, his feebleness, and his tattered, fancy overcoat. After
the moving was over Sergei sent for him.
“Well, I am happy that my words have taken effect,’” he said,
handing him a rouble. “Here’s for your pains.  I see you are sober
and have no objection to work.  What is your name?’”
“Lushkoff.”
“Well, Lushkoff, I can now offer you some other, cleaner
employment.  Can you write?’”
“I can.”
“Then take this letter to a friend of mine tomorrow and you
will be given some copying to do.  Work hard, don’t drink, and
remember what I have said to you. Goodbye!”
Pleased at having put a man on the right path, Sergei tapped
Lushkoff kindly on the shoulder and even gave him his hand at
parting.  Lushkoff took the letter, and from that day forth came
no more to the yard for work.
Two years went by. Then one evening, as Sergei was standing
at the ticket window of a theatre paying for his seat, he noticed a
little man beside him with a coat collar of curly fur and a worn
sealskin cap. This little individual timidly asked the ticket seller
for a seat in the gallery and paid for it in copper coins.
“Lushkoff, is that you?” cried Sergei, recognising in the little
man his former wood-chopper. “How are you? What are you doing?
How is everything with you?”
“All right. I am a notary now and am paid thirty-five roubles
a month.”
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“KIND sir, have pity; turn your attention to a poor, hungry man!
For three days I have had nothing to eat; I haven’t five copecks
for a lodging, I swear it before God.  For eight years I was a
village schoolteacher and then I lost my place through intrigues.
I fell a victim to calumny.  It is a year now since I have had
anything to do.”
The advocate, Sergei, looked at the ragged, fawn-coloured
overcoat of the suppliant, at his dull, drunken eyes, at the red
spot on either cheek, and it seemed to him as if he had seen this
man somewhere before.
“I have now had an offer of a position in the province of Kaluga,”
the mendicant went on, “but I haven’t the money to get there.
Help me kindly; I am ashamed to ask, but — I am obliged to
by circumstances.”
Sergei’s eyes fell on the man’s overshoes, one of which was
high and the other low, and he suddenly remembered something.
“Look here, it seems to me I met you the day before yesterday
in Sadovya Street,” he said; “but you told me then that you were
a student who had been expelled, and not a village schoolteacher.
Do you remember?”
“N-no, that can’t be so,” mumbled the beggar, taken aback. “I
am a village schoolteacher, and if you like I can show you
my papers.”
“Have done with lying! You called yourself a student and even
told me what you had been expelled for. Don’t you remember?”
Sergei flushed and turned from the ragged creature with an
expression of disgust.
9. The Beggar
What induced the beggar, Lushkoff, to change his
ways?  Let’s read and find out.
2024-25
The Beggar/ 57
“This is dishonesty, my dear sir!” he cried angrily. “This is
swindling — I shall send the police for you, damn you!”
“Sir!” he said, laying his hand on his heart, “the fact is I was
lying! I am neither a  student nor a schoolteacher.  All that was
fiction.  Formerly I sang in a Russian choir and was sent away
for drunkenness.  But what else can I do?  I can’t get along
without lying.  No one will give me anything when I tell the truth,
what can I do?”
“What can you do?  You ask what you can do?” cried
Sergei, coming close to him. “Work! That’s what you can do!
You must work!”
“Work — yes. I know that myself; but where can I find work?”
“How would you like to chop wood for me?”
“I wouldn’t refuse to do that, but in these days even skilled
wood-cutters find themselves sitting without bread.”
“Will you come and chop wood for me?”
“Yes sir, I will.”
“Very well; we’ll soon find out.”
Sergei hastened along, rubbing his hands. He called his cook
out of the kitchen.
“Here, Olga,” he said, “take this gentleman into the wood-shed
and let him chop wood.”
The scarecrow of a beggar shrugged his shoulders, as if in
perplexity, and went irresolutely after the cook.  It was obvious
from his gait that he had not consented to go and chop wood
because he was hungry and wanted work, but simply from pride
and shame and because he had been trapped by his own words.
It was obvious, too, that his strength had been undermined by
vodka and that he was unhealthy and did not feel the slightest
inclination for toil.
Sergei hurried into the dining-room. From its windows one
could see the wood-shed and everything that went on in the yard.
Standing at the window, Sergei saw the cook and the beggar come
out into the yard by the back door and make their way across the
dirty snow to the shed. Olga glared wrathfully at her companion,
shoved him aside with her elbow, unlocked the shed, and angrily
banged the door.
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58 / Moments
Next he saw the pseudo-teacher seat himself on a log and
become lost in thought with his red cheeks resting on his fists.
The woman flung down an axe at his feet, spat angrily, and,
judging from the expression of her lips, began to scold him. The
beggar irresolutely pulled a billet of wood towards him, set it up
between his feet, and tapped it feebly with the axe. The billet
wavered and fell down.  The beggar again pulled it to him, blew
on his freezing hands, and tapped it with his axe cautiously, as if
afraid of hitting his overshoe or of cutting off his finger; the stick
of wood again fell to the ground.
Sergei’s anger had vanished and he now began to feel a little
sorry and ashamed of himself for having set a spoiled, drunken,
perhaps sick man to work at menial labour in the cold.
An hour later Olga came in and announced that the wood had
all been chopped.
“Good! Give him half a rouble,” said Sergei.  “If he wants to he
can come back and cut wood on the first day of each month.  We
can always find work for him.”
On the first of the month the waif made his appearance and
again earned half a rouble, although he could barely stand on his
legs. From that day on he often appeared in the yard and every
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The Beggar/ 59
time work was found for him. Now he would shovel snow, now put
the wood-shed in order, now beat the dust out of rugs and
mattresses. Every time he received from twenty to forty copecks,
and once, even a pair of old trousers were sent out to him.
When Sergei moved into another house he hired him to help
in the packing and hauling of the furniture. This time the waif
was sober, gloomy, and silent. He hardly touched the furniture,
and walked behind the wagons hanging his head, not even making
a pretence of appearing busy. He only shivered in the cold and
became embarrassed when the carters jeered at him for his
idleness, his feebleness, and his tattered, fancy overcoat. After
the moving was over Sergei sent for him.
“Well, I am happy that my words have taken effect,’” he said,
handing him a rouble. “Here’s for your pains.  I see you are sober
and have no objection to work.  What is your name?’”
“Lushkoff.”
“Well, Lushkoff, I can now offer you some other, cleaner
employment.  Can you write?’”
“I can.”
“Then take this letter to a friend of mine tomorrow and you
will be given some copying to do.  Work hard, don’t drink, and
remember what I have said to you. Goodbye!”
Pleased at having put a man on the right path, Sergei tapped
Lushkoff kindly on the shoulder and even gave him his hand at
parting.  Lushkoff took the letter, and from that day forth came
no more to the yard for work.
Two years went by. Then one evening, as Sergei was standing
at the ticket window of a theatre paying for his seat, he noticed a
little man beside him with a coat collar of curly fur and a worn
sealskin cap. This little individual timidly asked the ticket seller
for a seat in the gallery and paid for it in copper coins.
“Lushkoff, is that you?” cried Sergei, recognising in the little
man his former wood-chopper. “How are you? What are you doing?
How is everything with you?”
“All right. I am a notary now and am paid thirty-five roubles
a month.”
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“Thank Heaven! That’s
fine! I am delighted for
your sake. I am very, very
glad, Lushkoff.  You see,
you are my godson, in a
sense.  I gave you a push
along the right path, you
know. Do you remember
what a roasting I gave you,
eh? I nearly had you
sinking into the ground at
my feet that day.  Thank
you, old man, for not
forgetting my words.”
“Thank you, too.” said
Lushkoff. “If I hadn’t
come to you then I might
still have been calling
myself a teacher or a
student to this day. Yes, by flying to your protection I dragged
myself out of a pit.”
“I am very glad, indeed.”
“Thank you for your kind words and deeds. I am very grateful
to you and to your cook. God bless that good and noble woman!
You spoke finely then, and I shall be indebted to you to my
dying day; but, strictly speaking, it was your cook, Olga,
who saved me.”
“How is that?”
“When I used to come to your house to chop wood she used to
begin: ‘Oh, you sot, you! Oh, you miserable creature! There’s
nothing for you but ruin.’ And then she would sit down opposite
me and grow sad, look into my face and weep. ‘Oh, you unlucky
man! There is no pleasure for you in this world and there will be
none in the world to come.  You drunkard!  You will burn in hell.
Oh, you unhappy one!’ And so she would carry on, you know, in
that strain.  I can’t tell you how much misery she suffered, how
many tears she shed for my sake.  But the chief thing was — she
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