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Sergei‟s eyes fell on the man‟s overshoes, one of which was high and
the other low, and he suddenly remembered something.
Sergei saw the man’s shoes - both of them had varying heel sizes. He
remembered something.
“Look here, it seems to me I met you the day before yesterday in
Sadovya Street,” he said; “but you told me then that you were a student
who had been expelled, and not a village schoolteacher. Do you
remember?”
He said that the day before the previous day he had seen the same
beggar at Sadovya street. Then the beggar had said that he was a
student who had been removed from the institution and not that he was
a school teacher. He asked the beggar if he remembered it.
“N-no, that can‟t be so,” mumbled the beggar, taken aback. “I am a
village schoolteacher, and if you like I can show you my papers.”
The beggar was shocked and spoke softly that it was not possible. He
reasserted that he was a schoolteacher and could show his documents
as proof.
“Have done with lying! You called yourself a student and even told me
what you had been expelled for. Don‟t you remember?”
Sergei said that he had lied enough. He added that the beggar had told
him that he was a student and had even told the reason for getting
expelled from his institution.
Sergei flushed and turned from the ragged creature with an expression
of disgust.
Disgust: a feeling of revulsion or strong disapproval aroused by
something unpleasant or offensive
