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A BLUNDER - Love and Other Stories
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And he bowed his head submissively, as though to say, "Take me, I'm vanquished."
"Ble-blessings on you," the papa went on, and he, too, shed tears. "Natashenka, my daughter, stand by his side. Kleopatra, give me the ikon."
But at this point the father suddenly left off weeping, and his face was contorted with anger.
"You ninny!" he said angrily to his wife. "You are an idiot! Is that the ikon?"
"Ach, saints alive!"
What had happened? The writing master raised himself and saw that he was saved; in her flutter the mamma had snatched from the wall the portrait of Lazhetchnikov, the author, in mistake for the ikon. Old Peplov and his wife stood disconcerted in the middle of the room, holding the portrait aloft, not knowing what to do or what to say. The writing master took advantage of the general confusion and slipped away. 
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