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I was particularly worried by the idea that my life was becoming more complicated, and that I had entirely lost control of it, and that she was carrying me off like a balloon, God knows whither. I had already given up thinking how to make a living, and I thought indeed, I cannot remember what I thought. Masha used to come in a carriage.
'Oh, please, don't talk about being sorry for me, Avdey cut her short peremptorily; 'spare me that, anyway! 'Mr. Lutchkov... 'Oh, you needn't put on those grand-duchess airs... It's trouble thrown away! you don't impress me. Masha stepped back a pace, turned swiftly round and walked away.
'No! answered Masha, and she bent over, as though wishing to examine the pattern more closely; a narrow golden streak of light lay on her hair; 'no... but... 'Well, but? said Kister, smiling. 'Well, don't you see, said Masha, and she suddenly lifted her head, so that the streak of light fell straight in her eyes; 'don't you see... he... 'He interests you....
But the bully was shaking all over with rage; his eyes were half closed; he clenched his fists and laughed nervously. 'Bravo! bravo! Clever trick no denying that! he cried out. Masha was petrified. 'So you took every care, I see, to be on the safe side, Marya Sergievna! Prudence is never thrown away, eh? Upon my word! Nowadays young ladies see further than old men.
"By waging war with thoughts of love I try to forget my beauty; Alas! by flight from Masha, I hope my freedom to regain! "But the eyes which enslaved me are ever before me. My soul have they troubled and ruined my rest. "Oh! Masha, who knowest my sorrows, Seeing me in this miserable plight, Take pity on thy captive." "What do you think of that?"
Lutchkov with him. It was not the first time Masha had mentioned him since the ball.... Kister did not speak. Masha glanced timorously over her interlaced fingers. 'May I tell you frankly what I think? Kister asked her. 'Oh, why not? of course. 'It seems to me that Lutchkov has made a great impression on you.
And my sister always asked me to let her go home earlier, and if she stayed late, or for the night, she was greatly distressed. "Good gracious, what a baby you are," Masha used to say reproachfully. "It is quite ridiculous." "Yes, it is absurd," my sister would agree. "I admit it is absurd, but what can I do if I have not the power to control myself. It always seems to me that I am doing wrong."
"Varya looked in this evening," said Masha, sitting up. "She did not say anything, but one could see from her face how wretched she is, poor darling! I can't bear Polyansky. He is fat and bloated, and when he walks or dances his cheeks shake. . . . He is not a man I would choose. But, still, I did think he was a decent person." "I think he is a decent person now," said Nikitin.
Tchertop-hanov jumped up swiftly and seized Masha from behind by her two elbows. 'You are going away like this, serpent, to Yaff! 'Good-bye! Masha repeated sharply and significantly; she tore herself away and walked off.
Vassilissa Igorofna, take her away quickly." Marya threw herself upon his neck and began sobbing. "Kiss me, too," said the Commandant's wife, weeping. "Good-bye, my Iván Kouzmitch. Forgive me if I have ever vexed you." "Good-bye, good-bye, little mother," said the Commandant, embracing his old companion. "There, now, enough; go away home, and if you have time put Masha on a 'sarafan."
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