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t stood in awe of his cleverness。
Our visitor did not keep us long waiting。 At the beginning of May two wagon…loads of big boxes arrived from the station。 These boxes looked so majestic that the drivers instinctively took off their hats as they lifted them down。
〃There must be uniforms and gunpowder in those boxes；〃 I thought。
Why 〃gunpowder〃？ Probably the conception of a general was closely connected in my mind with cannons and gunpowder。
When I woke up on the morning of the tenth of May； nurse told me in a whisper that 〃my uncle had come。〃 I dressed rapidly； and； washing after a fashion； flew out of my bedroom without saying my prayers。 In the vestibule I came upon a tall； solid gentleman with fashionable whiskers and a foppish…looking overcoat。 Half dead with devout awe； I went up to him and； remembering the ceremonial mother had impressed upon me； I scraped my foot before him； made a very low bow； and craned forward to kiss his hand； but the gentleman did not allow me to kiss his hand： he informed me that he was not my uncle； but my uncle's footman； Pyotr。 The appearance of this Pyotr； far better dressed than Pobyedimsky or me； excited in me the utmost astonishment； which； to tell the truth； has lasted to this day。 Can such dignified； respectable people with stern and intellectual faces really be footmen？ And what for？
Pyotr told me that my uncle was in the garden with my mother。 I rushed into the garden。
Nature； knowing nothing of the history of the Gundasov family and the rank of my uncle； felt far more at ease and unconstrained than I。 There was a clamour going on in the garden such as one only bears at fairs。 Masses of starlings flitting through the air and hopping about the walks were noisily chattering as they hunted for cockchafers。 There were swarms of sparrows in the lilac…bushes； which threw their tender； fragrant blossoms straight in one's face。 Wherever one turned； from every direction came the note of the golden oriole and the shrill cry of the hoopoe and the red…legged falcon。 At any other time I should have begun chasing dragon…flies or throwing stones at a crow which was sitting on a low mound under an aspen…tree； with his blunt beak turned away； but at that moment I was in no mood for mischief。 My heart was throbbing； and I felt a cold sinking at my stomach； I was preparing myself to confront a gentleman with epaulettes； with a naked sword； and with terrible eyes！
But imagine my disappointment！ A dapper little foppish gentleman in white silk trousers； with a white cap on his head； was walking beside my mother in the garden。 With his hands behind him and his head thrown back； every now and then running on ahead of mother； he looked quite young。 There was so much life and movement in his whole figure that I could only detect the treachery of age when I came close up behind and saw beneath his cap a fringe of close…cropped silver hair。 Instead of the staid dignity and stolidity of a general； I saw an almost schoolboyish nimbleness； instead of a collar sticking up to his ears； an ordinary light blue necktie。 Mother and my uncle were walking in the avenue talking together。 I went softly up to them from behind； and waited for one of them to look round。
〃What a delightful place you have here； Klavdia！〃 said my uncle。 〃How charming and lovely it is！ Had I known before that you had such a charming place； nothing would have induced me to go abroad all these years。〃
My uncle stooped down rapidly and sniffed at a tulip。 Everything he saw moved him to rapture and excitement； as though he had never been in a garden on a sunny day before。 The queer man moved about as though he were on springs； and chattered incessantly； without allowing mother to utter a single word。 All of a sudden Pobyedimsky came into sight from behind an elder…tree at the turn of the avenue。 His appearance was so unexpected that my uncle positively started and stepped back a pace。 On this occasion my tutor was attired in his best Inverness cape with sleeves； in which； especially back…view； he looked remarkably like a windmill。 He had a solemn and majestic air。 Pressing his hat to his bosom in Spanish style； he took a step towards my uncle and made a bow such as a marquis makes in a melodrama； bending forward； a little to one side。
〃I have the honour to present myself to your high excellency；〃 he said aloud： 〃the teacher and instructor of your nephew； formerly a pupil of the veterinary institute； and a nobleman by birth； Pobyedimsky！〃
This politeness on the part of my tutor pleased my mother very much。 She gave a smile； and waited in thrilled suspense to hear what clever thing he would say next； but my tutor； expecting his dignified address to be answered with equal dignity that is； that my uncle would say 〃H'm！〃 like a general and hold out two fingers was greatly confused and abashed when the latter laughed genially and shook hands with him。 He muttered something incoherent； cleared his throat； and walked away。
〃Come！ isn't that charming？〃 laughed my uncle。 〃Just look！ he has made his little flourish and thinks he's a very clever fellow！ I do like that upon my soul I do！ What youthful aplomb； what life in that foolish flourish！ And what boy is this？〃 he asked； suddenly turning and looking at me。
〃That is my Andryushenka；〃 my mother introduced me； flushing crimson。 〃My consolation。 。 。〃
I made a scrape with my foot on the sand and dropped a low bow。
〃A fine fellow 。 。 。 a fine fellow 。 。 。〃 muttered my uncle； taking his hand from my lips and stroking me on the head。 〃So your name is Andrusha？ Yes； yes。 。 。 。 H'm！ 。 。 。 upon my soul！ 。 。 。 Do you learn lessons？〃
My mother； exaggerating and embellishing as all mothers do； began to describe my achievements in the sciences and the excellence of my behaviour； and I walked round my uncle and； following the ceremonial laid down for me； I continued making low bows。 Then my mother began throwing out hints that with my remarkable abilities it would not be amiss for me to get a government nomination to the cadet school； but at the point when I was to have burst into tears and begged for my uncle's protection； my uncle suddenly stopped and flung up his hands in amazement。
〃My goo…oodness！ What's that？〃 he asked。
Tatyana Ivanovna； the wife of our bailiff； Fyodor Petrovna； was coming towards us。 She was carrying a starched white petticoat and a long ironing…board。 As she passed us she looked shyly at the visitor through her eyelashes and flushed crimson。
〃Wonders will never cease 。 。 。〃 my uncle filtered through his teeth； looking after her with friendly interest。 〃You have a fresh surprise at every step； sister 。 。 。 upon my soul！〃
〃She's a beauty 。 。 。〃 said mother。 〃They chose her as a bride for Fyodor； though she lived over seventy miles from here。 。 。 。〃
Not every one would have called Tatyana a beauty。 She was a plump little woman of twenty； with black eyebrows and a graceful figure； always rosy and attractive…looking； but in her face and in her whole person there was not one striking feature； not one bold line to catch the eye； as though nature had lacked inspiration and confidence when creating her。 Tatyana Ivanovna was shy； bashful； and modest i