S.S. Koteliansky - My Life (Chap. 11) lyrics

After a spell of warm bright weather we had a season of bad roads. It rained and was cold all through May. The grinding of the millstones and the drip of the rain induced idleness and sleep. The floor shook, the whole place smelled of flour, and this too made one drowsy. My wife in a short fur coat and high rubber boots used to appear twice a day and she always said the same thing: "Call this summer! It is worse than October!" We used to have tea together and cook porridge, or sit together for hours in silence thinking the rain would never stop. Once when Stiepan went away to a fair, Masha stayed the night in the mill. When we got up we could not tell what time it was for the sky was overcast; the sleepy co*ks at Dubechnia were crowing, and the corncrakes were trilling in the meadow; it was very, very early.... My wife and I walked down to the pool and drew up the bow-net that Stiepan had put out in our presence the day before. There was one large perch in it and a crayfish angrily stretched out his claws. "Let them go," said Masha. "Let them be happy too." Because we got up very early and had nothing to do, the day seemed very long, the longest in my life. Stiepan returned before dusk and I went back to the farmhouse. "Your father came here to-day," said Masha. "Where is he?" "He has gone. I did not receive him." Seeing my silence and feeling that I was sorry for my father, she said: "We must be logical. I did not receive him and sent a message to ask him not to trouble us again and not to come and see us." In a moment I was outside the gates, striding toward the town to make it up with my father. It was muddy, slippery, cold. For the first time since our marriage I suddenly felt sad, and through my brain, tired with the long day, there flashed the thought that perhaps I was not living as I ought; I got more and more tired and was gradually overcome with weakness, inertia; I had no desire to move or to think, and after walking for some time, I waved my hand and went home. In the middle of the yard stood the engineer in a leather coat with a hood. He was shouting: "Where's the furniture? There was some good Empire furniture, pictures, vases. There's nothing left! Damn it, I bought the place with the furniture!" Near him stood Moissey, Mrs. Cheprakov's bailiff, fumbling with his cap; a lank fellow of about twenty-five, with a spotty face and little, impudent eyes; one side of his face was larger than the other as though he had been lain on. "Yes, Right Honourable Sir, you bought it without the furniture," he said sheepishly. "I remember that clearly." "Silence!" shouted the engineer, going red in the face, and beginning to shake, and his shout echoed through the garden.