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"You see! I have asked," whispered Natasha to her little brother and to Pierre, glancing at him again. "Ice pudding, but you won't get any," said Marya Dmitrievna. Natasha saw there was nothing to be afraid of and so she braved even Marya Dmitrievna. "Marya Dmitrievna! What kind of ice pudding? I don't like ice cream." "Carrot ices." "No! What kind, Marya Dmitrievna?
"How hard you always are on him! Sergei Petrovitch is a worthy man." "Worthy!" repeated the old lady scornfully. "And how devoted he was to my poor husband!" observed Marya Dmitrievna; "even now he cannot speak of him without emotion." "And no wonder! It was he who picked him out of the gutter," muttered Marfa Timofyevna, and her knitting needles moved faster than ever.
She went as before to the mass as to a festival, she prayed with rapture, with a kind of restrained and shamefaced transport, at which Marya Dmitrievna secretly marvelled not a little, and even Marfa Timofyevna, though she did not restrain Lisa in any way, tried to temper her zeal, and would not let her make too many prostrations to the earth in her prayers; it was not a lady-like habit, she would say.
Lavretsky came into the room. "You wanted to see me," he said, bowing coldly. "Yes," answered Maria Dmitrievna, and then she drank a little water. "I heard that you had gone straight up-stairs to my aunt, so I told the servants to ask you to come and see me. I want to have a talk with you. Please sit down." Maria Dmitrievna took breath. "You know that your wife has come," she continued.
He had received a good education, and had studied at the university, but as the family from which he sprang was a poor one, he had early recognized the necessity of making a career for himself and of gaining money. Maria Dmitrievna married him for love. He was good-looking, he had plenty of sense, and, when he liked, he could be very agreeable.
After the words, "I suffer!" he breathed a light sigh, and with downcast eyes let his voice die gradually away. When he had finished; Liza praised the air, Maria Dmitrievna said, "Charming!" and Gedeonovsky exclaimed, "Enchanting! the words and the music are equally enchanting!" Lenochka kept her eyes fixed on the singer with childish reverence.
Maria Dmitrievna launched out into a description of her cares, her efforts, her maternal feelings. Lavretsky listened to her in silence, and twirled his hat in his hands. His cold, unsympathetic look at last disconcerted the talkative lady. "And what do you think of Liza?" she asked. "Lizaveta Mikhailovna is an exceedingly handsome girl," replied Lavretsky.
"Marya Dmitrievna told me to ask you to go in to her," he commenced to Lavretsky. "Tell her, my boy, that just now I can't " Fedor Ivanitch was beginning. "Her excellency told me to ask you very particularly," continued the servant. "She gave orders to say she was at home." "Have the visitors gone?" asked Lavretsky. "Certainly, sir," replied the servant with a grin.
'I, she said, 'am altogether guilty before him. 'I, she said, 'was not able to appreciate him. 'He, she said, 'is an angel, not a mere man, I can assure you that's what she said 'an angel. She is so penitent I do solemnly declare I have never seen any one so penitent." "But tell me, Maria Dmitrievna," said Lavretsky, "if I may be allowed to be so inquisitive.
But you want to reinstate yourself in public opinion; it is not enough for you to live in my house, you want to live with me under the same roof isn't that it?" "I want your forgiveness," pronounced Varvara Pavlovna, not raising her eyes. "She wants your forgiveness," repeated Marya Dmitrievna. "And not for my own sake, but for Ada's," murmured Varvara Pavlovna.
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