Chapter 29 29 little people

Your Excellency, father, benefactor!Clerk Nevy Razimov is drafting a congratulatory letter, wishing you good health, good luck and good health this Easter and in the years to come The kerosene in the lamp was almost dry, and there was black smoke and a burnt smell.On the table, next to Nevy Razimov's writing hand, a stray cockroach was scurrying about in a panic.Two rooms away from the duty room, the porter, Balamon, had already polished his festive boots for the third time.He polished so hard that his spitting and the rustling of the brush with the polish on it could be heard in all the rooms.

What else do you have to write for him, that bastard?Thinking so, Nevy Razimov looked up at the blackened ceiling. On the ceiling he saw a darkened circle, the shadow of the lampshade.Below is the dusty cornice, and below that is the wall that was painted dark brown earlier.This duty room made him feel as desolate as a desert, he not only felt sorry for himself, but also felt sorry for the cockroach I can still leave here after I am on duty, but it has to be on duty here for the rest of its life, he stretched his waist and thought, how miserable!How about I brush my boots too? Nevy Razimov stretched again, and then walked lazily towards the porter's room.Paramount had given up polishing his boots. He was standing in front of the ventilation window, listening to the

strike the clock, sir!He whispered to Nevy Razimov, looking at him with wide, dull eyes, the clock is striking, listen. Nevy Razimov put his ear to the small window and listened too.The Easter bells, along with the fresh spring air, poured into the room through the windows.The bells of churches all over the place were ringing together, and the carriages rumbling to and fro on the street. In the chaos of sounds, only the lively and high-pitched bells of the nearest church could be heard clearly. laugh. There are so many people!Nevy Razimov looked down at the street and sighed.Now and then a figure flashed under the burning street lamps, and everybody ran to their morning prayers. Our people are probably drunk enough to hang out in town by now.How much laughter and conversation!I'm the only one who is so unlucky to have to sit here on a day like this.And every year!

Who told you to take other people's money?You should know that you are not supposed to be on duty today, that Zasdubov hired you as a stand-in.Everyone else has gone to have fun, but you are here on duty for others, this is greed for money! Hell, what is this greed for money?There is nothing to covet: two rubles and a tie are poverty, not greed!But right now, you know, it would be nice to go to morning prayers with all of you and then break your fast, have a few drinks and a cold dish and lie down and sleep or you sit at the table , on the table was the sacramentalized Coolidge. ], the samovar was hissing, and there was such a charming goblin beside him [Note: The original text is in French. 】You drink a small cup and touch her chin, that thing is really sultry, then you will feel that you are a human being, my life is over!You see, there's a swindler walking around in a four-wheeler, but you have to stay here and think about things

Everyone has his own fortune, Ivan.danny leitch.God forbid, you too will be promoted, and you will be in a carriage someday. I?Hey, no, man, you're kidding.Even if I try my best, I, a ninth-rank civil servant, will not be able to get in. I have no education. Our generals are also uneducated, but Hey, our general, before he became a general, he stole 100,000 public funds.What he looks like, man, I'm no match for what I look like!Even the surname sucks: Nevy Razimov 】!All in all, man, there is no way out of this situation.If you want, live; if you don't, hang yourself Nevy Razimov turned away from the ventilation window and wandered about in distress from room to room.The bell is getting louder and louder and you don't have to stand at the window to hear it.However, the clearer the bell, the louder the rumble of the carriage, the darker the dark brown walls and smoky cornices, and the thicker the black smoke from the kerosene lamp.

Could it be that he slipped away from the duty room?Nevy Razimov thought. However, such an escape will not lead to any good results. Even if he leaves the office and wanders around the city for a while, Nevy Razimov will always have to return to his lodgings, which are darker and worse than the duty room. He had had a good and comfortable Easter day, but what after that?Still have dark walls, still have to be employed by others on duty, still have to write this kind of congratulatory letter Nevy Razimov stood still in the middle of the duty room and began to meditate. His longing for a new and better life filled him with unbearable pain.He longed to appear suddenly in the street, to join the crowd, to join in the festivities for which the bells tolled and the carriages roared.He wanted to relive his childhood feelings: the family reunion, the beaming faces of relatives, the white tablecloth, and the bright and warm interior. He thought of the four-wheeled carriage that a lady rode just now, and the dress that made the steward wear it so proudly. The overcoat, the gold watch chain on the secretary's breast, the warm bed, the Order of Stanislav, the new boots, the uniform of the civil servants with unworn sleeves, and he thought of these things because he didn't have any of them.

Could it be to steal?He thought again, even if it is not difficult to steal things, it is not easy to hide them. It is said that some people fled to America with their stolen goods, but who the hell knows where this America is!It seems that to be able to steal and steal, you have to be educated. The bell stopped.At this moment only the sound of carriages in the distance and Paramon's coughing could be heard, but Nevy Razimov's sorrow and resentment became more and more intense and unbearable.The wall clock in the office struck half past twelve. Writing whistleblowing letters, Proshkin once whistleblowing, will rise step by step in the future

Nevy Razimov sat at his desk, lost in thought.The kerosene in the lamp had boiled dry, and there was thick smoke, and it was about to go out.The lost cockroach is still crawling around on the table, unable to find a place to stay It's okay to inform, but how should I write this informant letter?To write ambiguously, you have to play tricks, how can I be like Proshkin!Once I write this kind of thing, I will definitely be reprimanded in the future, and I can only go to hell with this idiot! So Nevy Razimov began to rack his brains, thinking of various ways to get out of the predicament, his eyes always falling on the congratulatory letter he had drafted.The letter was addressed to a man whom he hated and dreaded so much, from whom for ten years he had been begging to be promoted from the sixteen- to the eighteen-ruble position

Ah you're still running here, you bastard!He resentfully slapped the cockroach that he had the misfortune to see, what a nuisance! The cockroach was lying on its back, kicking desperately on its thin legs. Nevy Razimov pinched one of its legs and threw it into the glass lampshade. A fire suddenly caught fire in the lampshade, making crackling noises. Nevy Razimov felt a little more at ease.