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At last, on the morning of which I am speaking, Karl Ivanitch took off his dressing-gown, put on his blue frockcoat with its creased and crumpled shoulders, adjusted his tie before the looking-glass, and took us down to greet Mamma. Mamma was sitting in the drawing-room and making tea.
When I went into the bedroom with his polished shoes and brushed clothes, Georgy Ivanitch would be sitting in his bed with a face that looked, not drowsy, but rather exhausted by sleep, and he would gaze off in one direction without any sign of satisfaction at having waked.
The frost makes one spiteful and drives one to drink." Yegor Ivanitch clasped his hands and went on: "And when we were taking fish to Moscow in the winter, Holy Mother!" And spluttering as he talked, he began describing the horrors he endured with his shopmen when he was taking fish to Moscow. . . . "Yes," sighed the governor, "it is wonderful what a man can endure!
After saying his prayers he made the sign of the cross over the window, the door, Yegorushka, and Ivan Ivanitch, lay down on the little sofa without a pillow, and covered himself with his full coat. A clock in the corridor struck ten.
His hands are shaking. "I can't," he says. "I can't do it just now. I haven't the strength! I am a miserable man! And she is miserable! We loved each other, we had given each other our promise and we have been separated by unkind people without any pity. Go away, Erast Ivanitch! I can't bear the sight of you." "So I'll come to-morrow, Makarushka. You will finish me to-morrow." "Right."
"Sergey Ivanitch," I asked, after a minute's silence, "imagine if they sell your Shatilovka, what will you do?" "I? I don't know! Shatilovka can't be saved, that's clear as daylight, but I cannot imagine such a calamity. I can't imagine myself without my daily bread secure. What can I do?
"Why need he bother about my tuft?" I thought to myself as I retired into a corner. "Is there nothing else for him to talk about?" I had strange ideas on manly beauty. I considered Karl Ivanitch one of the handsomest men in the world, and myself so ugly that I had no need to deceive myself on that point. Therefore any remark on the subject of my exterior offended me extremely.
With a passionate desire to say something extremely offensive, he took a step towards Dymov and brought out, gasping for breath: "You are the worst of the lot; I can't bear you!" After this he ought to have run to the waggons, but he could not stir from the spot and went on: "In the next world you will burn in hell! I'll complain to Ivan Ivanitch. Don't you dare insult Emelyan!"
"No, he isn't wanted," rejoined the old man with an almost child-like smile. Two days later Fedor Ivanitch set off to the town to see the Kalitins. He found them all at home, but he did not at once disclose his plan to them; he wanted to discuss it first with Lisa alone. Fortune favoured him; they were left alone in the drawing-room.
Well then, allow me to tell you how it happened. On Saturday evening, you were sitting in Klyauzov's bedroom drinking vodka and beer with him." Between twelve and one Mark Ivanitch told you he wanted to go to bed. He always did go to bed at that time.
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