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"I understand your position," she said to him, and from the look in her subtle eyes, he was able to infer that she understood his position fully, "but you must do me, at least, this justice, that I am easy to live with; I will not fetter you or hinder you; I wanted to secure Ada's future, I want nothing more." "Well, you have obtained your object," observed Fedor Ivanitch.
They did not notice as they talked how time was passing, and when the shop-boy brought in a big teapot of boiling water, and the friends proceeded to drink tea, the time flew as quickly as a bird. Zotov got warm and felt more cheerful. "I have a favour to ask of you, Mark Ivanitch," he began, after the sixth glass, drumming on the counter with his fingers.
"Well, God grant them happiness!" he muttered at last, as though to himself, and turned away his head. Lisa flushed. "You are mistaken, Fedor Ivanitch," she said: "you are wrong in thinking .... But don't you like Vladimir Nikolaitch?" she asked suddenly. "No, I don't." "Why?" "I think he has no heart." The smile left Lisa's face.
Andrey Hrisanfitch put his hands down swiftly to the seams of his trousers, and pronounced loudly: "Charcot douche, your Excellency!" IT was getting dark; it would soon be night. Gusev, a discharged soldier, sat up in his hammock and said in an undertone: "I say, Pavel Ivanitch.
Pavel Ivanitch suddenly recalled that when he had been walking among the summer villas the day before, and the day before that, he had several times been met by a fair young lady with a light blue hat and a turn-up nose. The fair charmer had kept looking at him, and when he sat down on a seat she had sat down beside him. . . . "Can it be she?" Vyhodtsev wondered. "It can't be!
Pavel Ivanitch, who had given the rein to his imagination and was continually hearing footsteps, suddenly leaped up and said in a plaintive voice: "Come, I beg you, Mitya! You are younger and ought to consider me . . . . I am unwell and . . . I need sleep. . . . Go away!" "That's egoism. . . . Why must you be here and not I? I won't go as a matter of principle." "Come, I ask you to!
There was peace in my heart, and I longed to make haste home. I dressed and went out of the lounge-room. Ivan Ivanitch was sitting in a big arm-chair in his study, absolutely motionless, staring at a fixed point, and it was evident that he had been in the same state of petrifaction all the while I had been asleep. "Good!" I said, yawning.
I shall say that I want to see Ivan Ivanitch; that will be all." I went downstairs and walked without haste over the carpeted floor through the vestibule and the hall. Ivan Ivanitch was sitting on the sofa in the drawing-room; he was drinking tea again and muttering something. My wife was standing opposite to him and holding on to the back of a chair.
"It belongs to the General's brother, who arrived the other day. Our master does not care for hounds. But his honour is fond of them. . . ." "You don't say his Excellency's brother is here? Vladimir Ivanitch?" inquires Otchumyelov, and his whole face beams with an ecstatic smile. "'Well, I never! And I didn't know! Has he come on a visit? "Yes."
For a whole hour afterwards the stranger drove the gander round him on a cord, cracking a whip, and the gander had to jump over barriers and through hoops; he had to rear, that is, sit on his tail and wave his legs in the air. Kashtanka could not take her eyes off Ivan Ivanitch, wriggled with delight, and several times fell to running after him with shrill barks.
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