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Misha was continually with a sort of cautious incredulity feeling himself and repeating: 'What does it mean? ... Am I in heaven? The next day he announced that he had not slept all night, he had been in such ecstasy.
The armed Russian and Mordvinian foresters, our guides and protectors, were in the vanguard; and as Misha seemed peaceably disposed we relinquished all designs on his pelt, consoling ourselves with the reflection that it would not be good at this season of the year.
He told both the ladies lively but discreet anecdotes; in fact, he showed them every attention, so that they repeatedly expressed their surprise to me, and the old lady even observed how unjust people sometimes were.... The things the things they had said of him ... and he such a quiet fellow, and so polite ... poor Misha!
"Pooh, what nonsense!" cried Anna Akimovna indignantly. "How stupid you all are! What a stupid you are, Misha! How sick I am of you! I can't bear the sight of you." Dinner Just as the year before, the last to pay her visits were Krylin, an actual civil councillor, and Lysevitch, a well-known barrister. It was already dark when they arrived.
I went to meet him on the steps.... 'What's this masquerade for? I demanded. 'It's not a masquerade, uncle, Misha answered with a deep sigh: since all I had I've squandered to the last farthing and a great repentance too has come upon me so I have resolved to go to the Sergiev monastery of the Holy Trinity to expiate my sins in prayer.
"But why this recklessness?" Mísha went on digging and flung the dirt on the speculator, as much as to say: "Take that, earth-devourer!" "Really, you have no cause for this. Will not you come to my house to eat and rest?" Mísha raised his head a little. "Now you're talking! And will there be anything to drink?" The speculator was delighted. "Good gracious!... I should think so!"
'Misha, upon my word! I wailed; 'have you no fear of God? What do you look like? What an attire! And you ask for a glass too! And to sell such a fine estate for next to nothing.... 'God I fear always, and do not forget, he broke in.... 'But He is good, you know God is.... He will forgive! And I am good too.... I have never yet hurt any one in my life.
'Hurrah! he cried, embracing his wife, 'Serezha is going to be married. 'To whom? asked Alexandra Pavlovna, much agitated. 'To Natalya, of course. Our friend has brought the news from Moscow, and there is a letter for you. 'Do you hear, Misha, he went on, snatching his son into his arms, 'your uncle's going to be married? What criminal indifference! he only blinks his eyes!
Misha announced that he would not for his part consent to enter the house, polluted by the presence of so repulsive a person; that he would permit no one to drive him away, but was going to the churchyard to pay his devotions at the grave of his parents. So in fact he did. In the churchyard he was joined by an old house-serf, who had once been his nurse.
There was the usual exchange of compliments, of meaningless phrases as everywhere, as always. Piotr was uneasy and hostile. He spoke abruptly and with evident unwillingness. Misha looked on with curiosity. He liked Trirodov he had already heard something about him which assured pleasant relations between them. The conversation developed rapidly and politely.
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