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Nenila Makarievna came in and gave Fyodor Fedoritch a friendly greeting. At dinner they were all laughing and making jokes; even Sergei Sergeitch plucked up spirit and described one of the merriest pranks of his youthful days, hiding his head from his wife like an ostrich, as he told the story.

Masha, without opening her frame, leaned lightly over it, with her head in her hands. Kister began telling her something; she listened inattentively, as though waiting for something, looked from time to time towards her father, and all at once stretched out her hand. 'Listen, Fyodor Fedoritch... only speak a little more softly... papa's asleep. Mr.

"No, not Lisaveta Mihalovna, but Elena Mihalovna." "Oh! very well. Lenotchka, go up-stairs with Mr. Lemm." The old man was about to follow the little girl, but Panshin stopped him. "Don't go after the lesson, Christopher Fedoritch," he said. "Lisa Mihalovna and I are going to play a duet of Beethoven's sonata."

The door softly opened, and in the doorway appeared a girl no longer very young, looking ill and plain but with very soft and mournful eyes. Aratov got up from his seat to meet her, and introduced himself, mentioning his friend Kupfer. 'Ah! Fyodor Fedoritch? the girl articulated softly, and softly she sank into a chair.

His servant handed him a note. 'From whom? 'From the Perekatovs. Artiomka the postillion brought it. Kister's hands began to tremble. 'He had orders to give you their greetings. He had orders to wait for your answer. Am I to give Artiomka some vodka? Kister slowly unfolded the note, and read as follows: 'DEAR GOOD FYODOR FEDORITCH, I want very, very much to see you. Come to-day, if you can.

"You are unjust to him," replied Lisa, "he understands everything, and he can do almost everything himself." "Yes, everything second-rate, cheap, scamped work. That pleases, and he pleases, and he is glad it is so and so much the better. I'm not angry; the cantata and I we are a pair of old fools; I'm a little ashamed, but it's no matter." "Forgive me, Christopher Fedoritch," Lisa said again.

"That is beautiful music you have set to Fridolin, Christopher Fedoritch," he said aloud, "but what do you suppose, did that Fridolin do, after the Count had presented him to his wife... became her lover, eh?" "You think so," replied Lemm, "probably because experience," he stopped suddenly and turned away in confusion.

Lisa looked over his shoulders at his work. "In drawing, just as in life generally," observed Panshin, holding his head to right and to left, "lightness and boldness are the great things." At that instant Lemm came into the room, and with a stiff bow was about to leave it; but Panshin, throwing aside album and pencils, placed himself in his way. "Where are you doing, dear Christopher Fedoritch?

The sounds died away and the figure of the old man in a dressing-gown, with his throat bare and his hair dishevelled, appeared at the window. "Aha!" he said with dignity, "is it you?" "Christopher Fedoritch, what marvellous music! for mercy's sake, let me in." Without uttering a word, the old man with a majestic flourish of the arm dropped the key of the street door from the window.

Fyodor Fedoritch turned his back on him and went homewards. Lutchkov looked after him with a grin. Next day, directly after drill he went up to Kister again. 'Well, how are you getting on, Mr. Kinderbalsam? Kister was angry, and looked him straight in the face. Avdey Ivanovitch's little bilious eyes were gleaming with malignant glee. 'I'm addressing you, Mr. Kinderbalsam!