Yes,
yes,
Blagovo
was
telling
me,鈥
he
turned
briskly
to
me
without
giving
me
his
hand.
But
listen,
what
can
I
give
you?
What
sort
of
posts
have
I
got?
You
are
a
queer
set
of
people!鈥
he
went
on
aloud
in
a
tone
as
though
he
were
giving
me
a
lecture.
A
score
of
you
keep
coming
to
me
every
day;
you
imagine
I
am
the
head
of
a
department!
I
am
constructing
a
railway-line,
my
friends;
I
have
employment
for
heavy
labour:
I
need
mechanics,
smiths,
navvies,
carpenters,
well-sinkers,
and
none
of
you
can
do
anything
but
sit
and
write!
You
are
all
clerks.鈥
How happy I am! How happy I am!鈥
Better-than-nothing!鈥
Yes.鈥
Why don鈥檛 you come to see me?鈥 she asked, raising her clear, clever eyes, and I was utterly confused with delight and stood stiffly upright before her, as I used to stand facing my father when he was going to beat me; she looked into my face and I could see from her eyes that she understood why I was confused.
Yes.鈥