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His devotion to Masha increased daily; she too felt warmly towards him; but to be nothing more than a go-between, a confidant, a friend even it's a dreary, thankless business! Coldly idealistic people talk a great deal about the sacredness of suffering, the bliss of suffering... but to Kister's warm and simple heart his sufferings were not a source of any bliss whatever.
Since Nikitin had been in love with Masha, everything at the Shelestovs' pleased him: the house, the garden, and the evening tea, and the wickerwork chairs, and the old nurse, and even the word "loutishness," which the old man was fond of using. The only thing he did not like was the number of cats and dogs and the Egyptian pigeons, who moaned disconsolately in a big cage in the verandah.
Avdey Ivanovitch was standing in a corner, looking indifferently at the dancers. 'How old is Mr. Lutchkov? she asked suddenly. 'Oh... thirty-five, I fancy, answered Kister. 'They say he's a dangerous man... hot-tempered, Masha added hurriedly. 'He is a little hasty... but still, he's a very fine man. 'They say every one's afraid of him. Kister laughed. 'And you? 'I'm a friend of his.
The parting of the ways, so soon reached by Serge and Masha, was in fact delayed in Tolstoy's own life by his wife's intelligent assistance in his literary work as an untiring amanuensis, and in the mutual anxieties and pleasures attending the care of a large family of young children. Wider horizons opened to his mental vision, his whole being was quickened and invigorated.
"Akh, master!" sighed the poor fellow, heavily. "And on what friendly terms she and I lived together! She died in my absence. When I heard here that they had already buried her, I hurried immediately to the village, home. It was already after midnight when I arrived. I entered my cottage, stopped short in the middle of it, and said so softly: 'Masha! hey, Masha! Only a cricket shrilled.
'Here, look. She took several letters out of her pocket, and handed them to me. 'Read them, she added. I opened one letter and recognised Pasinkov's hand. I'll tell you what I was thinking; I was thinking how nice it would be for Masha to learn to read and write! She could make out this letter ... Masha glanced at the letter.
They passed the slaughter-houses, then the brewery, and overtook a military band hastening to the suburban gardens. "Polyansky has a very fine horse, I don't deny that," Masha said to Nikitin, with a glance towards the officer who was riding beside Varya. "But it has blemishes. That white patch on its left leg ought not to be there, and, look, it tosses its head.
"After the ceremony they all crowded in disorder round Masha and me, expressed their genuine pleasure, congratulated us and wished us joy.
And Masha never took her eyes off the actors. She had never before seen such clever, exceptional people! In the evening the police captain and Masha were at the theatre again. A week later the actors dined at the police captain's again, and after that came almost every day either to dinner or supper. Masha became more and more devoted to the theatre, and went there every evening.
It means that you are not yet ready to do it. The fact that my writings have been bought and sold during these last ten years has been the most painful thing in my whole life to me." Three copies were made of this will, and they were kept by my sister Masha, my brother Sergei, and Tchertkof.
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