human
Yes, Alexyéi Sergyéitch was wont to say,
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Lantern --from that same famous breeding establishment. Alexyéi Sergyéitch drove him himself with the ends of the reins wound round his fists. But when his seventieth birthday came the old man gave up everything, and entrusted the management of his estate to the peasant bailiff Antíp, of whom he secretly stood in awe and called Micromegas (memories of Voltaire!), or simply
human
Well, robber, hast thou gathered a big lot of stolen goods?
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Everything is according to your grace,
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Grace is all right, only just look out for thyself, Micromegas! Don't dare to touch my peasants, my subjects behind my back! They will make complaint ... my cane is not far off, seest thou?
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I always keep your little cane well in mind, dear little father Alexyéi Sergyéitch,
human
That's right, keep it in mind!
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(Alexyéi Sergyéitch loved that word), he dealt gently.--
human
Because, judge for thyself, little nephew, if thou hast nothing of thine own save the cross on thy neck,[39] and that a brass one, don't hanker after other folks' things.... What sense is there in that? There is no denying the fact that no one even thought of the so-called problem of the serfs at that epoch; and it could not disturb Alexyéi Sergyéitch. He very calmly ruled his
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; the profligate,
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; and the licentious,
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And if any one of them was harsh and oppressive to his subjects, that man was guilty in the sight of God, and culpable in the sight of men!--Yes; the house-serfs led an easy life in the old man's house; the
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were less well off, as a matter of course, despite the cane wherewith he threatened Micromegas.--And how many there were of them--of those house-serfs--in his manor! And for the most part they were old, sinewy, hairy, grumbling, stoop-shouldered, clad in long-skirted nankeen kaftans, and imbued with a strong acrid odour! And in the women's department nothing was to be heard but the trampling of bare feet, and the rustling of petticoats.--The head valet was named Irinárkh, and Alexyéi Sergyéitch always summoned him with a long-drawn-out call:
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I-ri-na-a-árkh! --He called the others:
human
Young fellow! Boy! What subject is there?! --He could not endure bells.
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God have mercy, this is no tavern!