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Princess R . Especially in the upper part of the face. C'est de la même famille. Nikolai Petrovitch made no answer, while inwardly he marvelled at the persistence of old passions in man. 'It's like this when it comes to the surface, he thought. 'Ah, how I love that light-headed creature! moaned Pavel Petrovitch, clasping his hands mournfully behind his head.
When Paul I. came to the throne, in 1796, his first care was to give his long-deceased father a more fitting burial. The body was exhumed. Surrounded by his court, Pavel Petrovitch took the imperial crown from the altar, placed it on his own head, then laid it reverently on his father's coffin.
The daylight was continually being replaced by the dusk of evening. The doctor seemed never to leave his bedside, and he heard at every moment his "so-o, so-o, so-o." A continual succession of people was incessantly crossing the bedroom. Among them were: Pavel, the Finn, Captain Yaroshevitch, Lance-Corporal Maximenko, the red cap, the lady with the white teeth, the doctor.
The lieutenant listened and laughed joyously; he remembered the Finn, the lady with the white teeth, the train, and he longed to smoke, to eat. "Doctor," he said, "tell them to give me a crust of rye bread and salt, and . . . and sardines." The doctor refused; Pavel did not obey the order, and did not go for the bread. The lieutenant could not bear this and began crying like a naughty child.
"What does this mean?" he asked, rushing to the side of his brother. "It is nothing," answered Pavel Petrovitch, faintly. "I had a little dispute with Mr. Bazaroff, and I have had to pay for it a little. I am the only person to blame in all this.... Mr. Bazaroff has behaved most honourably." After that incident Bazaroff's stay in the house any longer was an impossibility.
The mother felt drawn to them by awe and by a confused desire to say something to them. "Take this thing away from him, lieutenant." The even voice of the tall old man was heard. He pointed to the banner. A little officer jumped up to Pavel, snatched at the flag pole, and shouted shrilly: "Drop it!" The red flag trembled in the air, moving to the right and to the left, then rose again.
Abused me to their heart's content, but did me no harm beyond that. So they carried off Pavel, did they? The manager tipped the wink, the gendarme said 'Amen! and lo! a man has disappeared. They certainly are thick together. One goes through the people's pockets while the other holds the gun." "You ought to stand up for Pavel!" cried the mother, rising to her feet.
"Then I shall call you Tatiana Osipovna." "And I'll call you Mariana Vikentievna. That will be splendid." "Won't you take a cup of tea with us, Tatiana Osipovna?" "For once I will, Mariana Vikentievna, although Egoritch will scold me afterwards." "Who is Egoritch?" "Pavel, my husband." "Sit down, Tatiana Osipovna." "Thank you, Mariana Vikentievna."
And it's not your doing that she's beaten and dressed in sackcloth?... You ought to be ashamed, you ought to be ashamed an old man like you! You know there's a paralytic stroke always hanging over you.... You will have to answer to God. 'You're abusive, Pavel Andreitch, you're abusive.... You shan't have a chance to be insolent much longer. Pavel fired up. 'What?
It seems as if he had slipped on something and fallen, and there he lies!" At dinner Pavel suddenly dropped his spoon and exclaimed: "That's what I don't understand!" "What?" asked the Little Russian, who had been sitting at the table dismal and silent. "To kill anything living because one wants to eat, that's ugly enough. To kill a beast a beast of prey that I can understand.
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