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Markovna takes a heaped spoonful of jam hesitatingly as though it were a powder, raises it to her lips, and with a sidelong look at Pavel Vassilitch, eats it; at once her face is overspread with a sweet smile, as sweet as the jam itself. "The jam is particularly good," she says. "Did you make it yourself, Pelageya Ivanovna, ma'am?" "Yes. Who else is there to do it? I do everything myself.
At last Mimi came to my assistance and forced me to retire to bed. That was how my illness began, and it was all through my own fault. The next day I had a good deal of fever, and our good Ivan Vassilitch came. He has not left us since, but promises soon to restore me to the world. "What a wonderful old man he is!
When they had drunk a couple of glasses and had had lunch, Laptev asked: "Tell me, Ivan Vassilitch, is it true that our business has been dropping off for the last year?" "Not a bit of it." "Tell me frankly and honestly what income we have been making and are making, and what our profits are. We can't go on in the dark.
'It's clear you have never seen any grisettes, my father observed to her. 'Thank God, I haven't! 'Thank God, to be sure ... only how can you form an opinion of them, then? To me Zinaida had paid no attention whatever. Soon after dinner the princess got up to go. 'I shall rely on your kind offices, Maria Nikolaevna and Piotr Vassilitch, she said in a doleful sing-song to my mother and father.
'You took part, I see, sir, in the storming of Prague, I began, pointing to the St. George cross, 'and won a sign of distinction, rare at any time, but particularly so then; you must remember Suvorov? 'Alexander Vassilitch? the brigadier answered, after a brief silence, in which he seemed to be pulling his thoughts together; 'to be sure, I remember him; he was a little, brisk old man.
Pelageya Ivanovna's footsteps are heard through the door. Pavel Vassilitch winks towards the door and says: "There's mother coming. Let's get to work. Well, so you see, my boy," he says, raising his voice. "This fraction has to be multiplied by that one. Well, and to do that you have to take the numerator of the first fraction. . ." "Come to tea!" cries Pelageya Ivanovna.
"No, that wouldn't do." "Why? God knows, perhaps you'll never see him again." The zoologist reflected, and said: "That's true." Samoylenko tapped softly at the window. Laevsky started and looked round. "Vanya, Nikolay Vassilitch wants to say goodbye to you," said Samoylenko. "He is just going away." Laevsky got up from the table, and went into the passage to open the door.
Pavel Vassilitch and Styopa sit side by side, with their heads touching, and, bending over the table, examine a volume of the "Neva" for 1878. "'The monument of Leonardo da Vinci, facing the gallery of Victor Emmanuel at Milan. I say! . . . After the style of a triumphal arch. . . . A cavalier with his lady. . . . And there are little men in the distance. . . ."
Of a truth, the right hand of God has planted this vine! Lord! Lord! One man vanquishes thousands and another tens of thousands. Nikolay Vassilitch," he said ecstatically, "let me tell you that to-day you have conquered the greatest of man's enemies pride." "Hush, deacon! Fine conquerors we are!
I feel almost myself again now, and if Ivan Vassilitch should allow me, I think of getting up to-morrow.
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