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More than once Tiet Nikonich tried, without success, to reconcile her to the doctrine of the public interest; he had to be content if she was reconciled with the officials and the police. This was the patriarchal, peaceful atmosphere which young Raisky absorbed. Grandmother and the little girls were mother and sisters to him, and Tiet Nikonich the ideal uncle.
We had prepared so many dishes." "We will eat them up for supper." "Will you? Grandmother, Grandmother," she cried happily, "Cousin has come and wants his supper." His aunt sat severely there, and did not look up when Raisky entered. Tiet Nikonich embraced him.
Why had Veroshka come over from the other house, and why did she walk no more in the field or in the thicket? Where was Tiet Nikonich? They all looked worried, and hardly spoke to one another; they did not even tease Marfinka and her fiance. Vera and grandmother were silent. What had happened to the whole house?
Raisky listened seriously, and surmises flitted across his mind. "The Count gave Tiet Nikonich a box on the ears." "That is a lie," cried Raisky, jumping up. "Tiet Nikonich would not have endured it." "A lie naturally he did not endure it. He seized a garden knife that he found among the flowers, struck the Count to the ground, seized him by the throat, and would have killed him."
She did not agree, and the Count married somebody else, but she was forbidden to marry Tiet Nikonich. I have been told all that by Vassilissa. What did the drunken woman say?" "The Count is said to have surprised a rendezvous between Tatiana Markovna and Tiet Nikonich, and such a rendezvous. "No, no!" she cried, shaking with laughter. "Tatiana Markovna! Who would believe such a thing?"
Tatiana Markovna spent the nights in the old house on the divan opposite Vera's bed and watched her sleep. But it nearly always happened that they were both observing one another, so that neither of them found refreshing sleep. On the morning after a sleepless night of this kind, Tatiana Markovna sent for Tiet Nikonich.
Vera came that night to supper with a gloomy face. She eagerly drank a glass of milk, but offered no remark to anyone. "Why are you so unhappy, Veroshka?" asked her aunt. "Don't you feel well." "I was afraid to ask," interposed Tiet Nikonich politely. "I could not help noticing, Vera Vassilievna, that you have been altered for some time; you seem to have grown thinner and paler.
In Tiet Nikonich's room he found a dressing table decked with muslin and lace, with a mirror encased in a china frame of flowers and Cupids, a beautiful specimen of Sevres work. "Where did you get this treasure?" cried Raisky, who could not take his eyes from the thing. "What a lovely piece!" "It is my gift for Marfa Vassilievna," said Tiet Nikonich with his kind smile.
Summer afternoons she spent in the garden, when she put on her gardening gloves and took a spade, a rake, or a watering can, by way of obtaining a little exercise. Then she spent the evening at the tea-table in the company of Tiet Nikonich Vatutin, her oldest and best friend and adviser. Tiet Nikonich was a gentleman of birth and breeding.
She tore the shawl from her shoulders and threw it on the bed; then with nervous haste she opened and shut the cupboard; she looked on the divan, on the chairs, for something she apparently could not find, and then collapsed wearily on her chair. On the back of the chair hung a wrap, a gift from Tiet Nikonich.
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