Tall and supple, seated on a pile of
wood, she repaired sacks, quickly moving her hands, which were
bare up to the elbows, and she smiled at Foma all the time.
"Foma Ignatyich!" he heard Yefim's reproachful voice, "you've showed
off too much. Well, if it were only about fifty puds! But why so
much? Look out that we don't get a good scolding for this."
"Leave me alone!" said Foma, shortly.
"What is it to me? I'll keep quiet. But as you are so young, and as
I was told to keep an eye on you, I may get a rap on the snout for
being heedless."
"I'll tell my father all about it. Keep quiet!" said Foma.
"As for me--let it be so--so that you are master here."
"Very well."
"I have said this, Foma Ignatyich, for your own sake--because you
are so young and simple-minded."
"Leave me alone, Yefim!"
Yefim heaved a sigh and became silent, while Foma stared at the
woman and thought:
"I wish they would bring such a woman for sale to me."
His heart beat rapidly. Though as yet physically pure, he already
knew from conversations the mysteries of intimate relations
between men and women.
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