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Rh trying to show Aratov how admirably everything was arranged in his house and his estate. 'This way, pray, this way, pray,' he kept repeating, chuckling at every word; 'kindly look how prosperous everything is with you! Look at the horses. . . what splendid horses!' And Aratov saw a row of immense horses. They were standing in their stalls with their backs to him; their manes and tails were magnificent. . . but as soon as Aratov went near, the horses' heads turned towards him, and they showed their teeth viciously. 'It 's very nice,' Aratov thought! 'but evil is coming!' 'This way, pray, this way,' the steward repeated again, 'pray come into the garden: look what fine apples you have!' The apples certainly were fine, red, and round; but as soon as Aratov looked at them, they withered and fell. . . 'Evil is coming,' he thought. 'And here is the lake,' lisped the steward, ' isn't it blue and smooth? And here 's a little boat of gold. . . will you get into it? ... it floats of itself' I won't get into it,' thought Aratov, 'evil is coming!' and for all that he got into the boat. At the bottom lay huddled up a little creature like a monkey; it was holding in its paws a glass full of a dark liquid. 'Pray don't be uneasy,' the steward shouted from the bank. . . 'It's of no consequence! It's death! Good