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He does not believe in our Lord! But do you wish to do likewise?" Iván Kouzmitch approved of all his wife said, repeating "Look there, now, Vassilissa Igorofna is quite right duels are formally forbidden by martial law." Palashka had taken away our swords, and had carried them to the garret. I could not help laughing. Chvabrine looked grave.
May God grant you an honest man, and not a convicted traitor, for husband." To my mother alone Marya confided her plans, and then, with her maid Palashka and the faithful Savélütch who, parted from me, consoled himself by remembering he was serving my betrothed set out for the capital.
"Good day, Maximitch," said I, "is it long since you left Bélogorsk?" "No, not long, my little father, Petr' Andréjïtch; I only came back yesterday. I have a letter for you." "Where is it?" I cried, overjoyed. "I have got it," rejoined Maximitch, putting his hand into his breast. "I promised Palashka to give it to you." He handed me a folded paper, and immediately darted off at full gallop.
Oh, my head is beginning to ache dreadfully! Send Palashka here. You will kill me, if you don't think better of it. Do you hear?" And then, after having told Liza two or three times that she was ungrateful, Maria Dmitrievna let her go away. Liza went to her room.
But here he is speak of the devil," added Marfa Timofyevna looking into the street. "Here comes your agreeable man striding along. What a lanky creature he is, just like a stork!" Marya Dmitrievna began to arrange her curls. Marfa Timofyevna looked at her ironically. "What's that, not a grey hair surely? You must speak to your Palashka, what can she be thinking about?"
An old army pensioner and Palashka, the one servant, laid the cloth for dinner; while in the square, near the house, the commandant, a tall and hale old man, wearing a dressing-gown and a cotton nightcap, was busy drilling some twenty elderly men all pensioners.
She did not please me very much at first sight; I looked at her with prejudice. Chvabrine had described Marya, the Commandant's daughter, to me as being rather silly. She went and sat down in a corner, and began to sew. Still the "chtchi" had been brought in. Vassilissa Igorofna, not seeing her husband come back, sent Palashka for the second time to call him.
Olga Ivanovna's room was a couple of steps from Anna Pavlovna's bedroom. Vassily cautiously sat down by Olga, kissed and chafed her hands, comforted her in whispers. She listened to him, and silently, faintly, shuddered. In the doorway stood Palashka, stealthily wiping her eyes. In the next room they heard the heavy, even ticking of the clock, and the breathing of some one asleep.
Every time she came back from the mill the feeble-minded peasant, who looked after the garden, shouted at her: "Wench Palashka! Hulla, wench Palashka!" and he would bark like a dog: "Ga! Ga!" And she would stop and look at him attentively, as though in that idiot's barking she found an answer to her thoughts, and probably he attracted her in the same way as Stepan's abuse.
Maximitch has promised me he will ensure it reaching you. Palashka has also heard Maximitch say that he often sees you from afar in the sorties, and that you do not take care of yourself, nor think of those who pray God for you with tears.
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