The Witch and other stories By Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
Book/Novel Author: Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
Book/Novel Title: The Witch and other stories
Through the monotonous roar of the storm he caught a scarcely audible thin and jingling monotone like the shrill note of a gnat when it wants to settle on one’s cheek and is angry at being prevented. “It’s the post,” muttered Savely, squatting on his heels. Two miles from the church ran the posting road. In windy weather, when the wind was blowing from the road to the church, the inmates of the hut caught the sound of bells. “Lord! fancy people wanting to drive about in such weather,” sighed Raissa. “It’s government work. You’ve to go whether you like or not.” The murmur hung in the air and died away. “It has driven by,” said Savely, getting into bed. But before he had time to cover himself up with the bedclothes he heard a distinct sound of the bell. The sexton looked anxiously at his wife, leapt out of bed and walked, waddling, to and fro by the stove. The bell went on ringing for a little, then died away again as though it had ceased. “I don’t hear it,” said the sexton, stopping and looking at his wife with his eyes screwed up. But at that moment the wind rapped on the window and with it floated a shrill jingling note. Savely turned pale, cleared his throat, and flopped about the floor with his bare feet again. “The postman is lost in the storm,” he wheezed out glancing malignantly at his wife. “Do you hear? The postman has lost his way. . . ! I . . . I know! Do you suppose I . . . don’t understand?” he muttered. “I know all about it, curse you!” “What do you know?” Raissa asked quietly, keeping her eyes fixed on the window.
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