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St Johns Eve – Nikolai Gogol (1809-1852)
Born in the Ukraine, Gogol was in many respects the founder of modern Russian literature. His stories of rural life collected under the title Evenings on a Farm Near Dikanka were enthusiastically received, and, because of their freshness and originality, exerted a profound and lasting influence. To Gogol is chiefly due the credit for inaugurating the modern Russian novel and short story.

The present version of St. John’s Eve is reprinted from Taras Bulha, and Other Tales, by permission of J. M. Dent and Sons, publishers.
St. John’s Eve
(From Evenings on a Farm Near Dikanka)

St Johns Eve – Thoma Grigorovitch had one very strange eccentricity: to the day of his death he never liked to tell the same thing twice. There were times when, if you asked him to relate a thing afresh, he would interpolate new matter, or alter it so that it was impossible to recognize it. Once upon a time, one of those gentlemen who like every sort of frippery, and issue mean little volumes, no thicker than an ABC book, every month, or even every week, wormed this same story out of Thoma Grigorovitch, and the latter completely forgot about it. But that same young gentleman, in the pea-green caftan, came from Poltava, bringing with him a little book, and, opening it in the middle, showed it to us.

Thoma Grigorovitch was on the point of setting his spectacles astride of his nose, but recollected that he had forgotten to wind thread about them and stick them together with wax, so he passed it over to me. As I understand something about reading and writing, and do not wear spectacles, I undertook to read it. I had not turned two leaves when all at once he caught me by the hand and stopped me. “Stop! tell me first what you are reading.”

I confess that I was a trifle stunned by such a question.

St. John`s Eve part 15

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They chattered about this, that and the other among the rest about various marvels and strange things. Well, they saw something; it would have been nothing if only one had seen it, but all...

St. John`s Eve part 14

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She ran into the passage in her terror, but, on recovering herself a little, wished to help Peter. In vain! The door had slammed to behind her, so that she could not open it....

St. John`s Eve part 13

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He sat in the cottage as though nailed to the spot, with the sacks of gold at his feet. He grew averse to look at Pidorka; and still he thought of but one thing,...

St. John`s Eve part 12

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Say, if you can, that people only imagine things! A month had not passed, and no one would have recognized Peter. He sat in one spot, saying no word to anyone; but continually thinking...

St. John`s Eve part 11

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A wedding in the olden times was not like one of the present day. My grandfather`s aunt used to tell how the maidens in festive headdresses, of yellow, blue and pink ribbons, above which...

St. John`s Eve part 10

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“What did you promise for the girl?” thundered Basavriuk; and like a shot he was on his back. The witch stamped her foot; a blue flame flashed from the earth and illumined all within...

St. John`s Eve part 9

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Then he parted the thorn-bushes with a knotty stick, and before him stood a tiny farmhouse. Basavriuk smote it with his fist, and the wall trembled. A large black dog ran out to meet...

St. John`s Eve part 8

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“Do you see before you three hillocks? There are a great many kinds of flowers upon them. May some power keep you from plucking even one of them. But as soon as the fern...

St. John`s Eve part 7

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My late grandfather`s aunt was somewhat surprised at seeing Peter at the tavern, at an hour when good men go to morning mass; and stared at him as though in a dream when he...

St. John`s Eve part 6

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Recovering himself, he took his grandfather`s hunting whip from the wall, and was about to belabor Peter`s back with it, when Pidorka`s little six-year-old brother Ivas rushed up from somewhere or other, and grasping...

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