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'Not a bit of it! Ivan Demianitch boomed at once: 'the veteran of the year twelve has not that honour! Fustov mentioned my name first, then, indicating the 'veteran of the year twelve, he pronounced: 'Ivan Demianitch Ratsch, professor of... various subjects. 'Precisely so, various they are, precisely, Mr. Ratsch chimed in.
I have already mentioned that Fustov played the zither extremely well, but that instrument has always produced the most distressing impression upon me. I have always fancied, and I fancy still, that there is imprisoned in the zither the soul of a decrepit Jew money-lender, and that it emits nasal whines and complaints against the merciless musician who forces it to utter sounds. Mr.
'I was put in a very awkward position this evening through your doing, I said the same evening to Fustov, on the way home with him. 'You told me that that girl what's her name? Susanna, was the daughter of Mr. Ratsch, but she's his stepdaughter. 'Really! Did I tell you she was his daughter? But... isn't it all the same? 'That Ratsch, I went on.... 'O Alexander, how I detest him!
Fustov got up and with hesitating footsteps approached the window, near which Susanna and I were sitting, and asked her if she had received from Lengold's the music that he had promised to order her from Petersburg. 'Selections from Robert le Diable, he added, turning to me, 'from that new opera that every one's making such a fuss about.
I began to explain my reasons for thinking that Susanna had poisoned herself or perhaps had been poisoned, and that the matter could not be left so.... Fustov stared at me. 'Why, what is there to be done? he said, slowly opening his eyes wide and slowly closing them. 'Why, it'll be worse... if it's known about. They won't bury her. We must let things... alone.
Any way, Fustov seemed to me almost like a child, and I felt pity for him, and saw the necessity of severity. I held out a helping hand to him, stooping down to him from above. Only a woman's sympathy is free from condescension.
Perhaps; or perhaps because she was not at all so passionately in love with Fustov; that she did not deceive herself about him, but simply rested her last hopes on him, and could not get over the thought that even this man had at once, at the first breath of slander, turned away from her with contempt!
Susanna looked at me intently and shyly. 'You misunderstood Mr. Fustov. Mr. Ratsch is my stepfather. I was silent for a while. 'And you don't care for music? I began again. Susanna glanced at me again. Undoubtedly there was something suggesting a wild creature in her eyes. She obviously had not expected nor desired the continuation of our conversation.
He called to me from the next room; sounds of panting and splashing reached me from there. Every morning Fustov took a cold shower-bath and afterwards for a quarter of an hour practised gymnastic exercises, in which he had attained remarkable proficiency. Excessive anxiety about one's physical health he did not approve of, but he did not neglect necessary care.
It's not my fault that in her past Susanna Ivanovna... 'Hold your tongue! Fustov shouted at him, 'hold your tongue... or... 'Or what? 'You'll find out what. Come along, Piotr. 'Aha! pursued Viktor; 'our noble-hearted knight takes refuge in flight. He doesn't care to hear the truth, that's evident! It stings the truth does, it seems!
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