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A YOUNG peasant, with white eyebrows and eyelashes and broad cheekbones, in a torn sheepskin and big black felt overboots, waited till the Zemstvo doctor had finished seeing his patients and came out to go home from the hospital; then he went up to him, diffidently. -"Please, your honour," he said.
The young man passed the palm of his hand up and over his nose, looked at the sky, and then answered: "Please, your honour... You've got my brother Vaska the blacksmith from Varvarino in the convict ward here, your honour... ."