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Updated: June 12, 2025
Her household is small, in accordance with her means. The house, the laundry, the stores and the kitchen, are in the charge of the housekeeper, Agafya, once her nurse, a good-natured, tearful, toothless creature; she has under her two stalwart girls with stout crimson cheeks like Antonovsky apples.
"But how reckless you are, Agasha!... What if Yakov finds out?" "He won't find out." "But what if he does?" "No... I shall be at home before he is. He is on the line now, and he will come back when the mail train brings him, and from here I can hear when the train's coming...." Agafya once more passed her hand over her forehead and looked away in the direction in which Savka had vanished.
“Why are you late, female?” asked Krassotkin sternly. “Female, indeed! Go on with you, you brat.” “Brat?” “Yes, a brat. What is it to you if I’m late; if I’m late, you may be sure I have good reason,” muttered Agafya, busying herself about the stove, without a trace of anger or displeasure in her voice. She seemed quite pleased, in fact, to enjoy a skirmish with her merry young master.
The lieutenant-colonel flew to him. ‘I’ve never received any money from you, and couldn’t possibly have received any.’ That was all the answer he got. So now our lieutenant-colonel is confined to the house, with a towel round his head, while they’re all three busy putting ice on it. But Agafya, remembering what I had told her, had her suspicions. She stole up and peeped into the room just in time.
I sat there a long time.... I saw the stars begin to grow misty and lose their brightness; a cool breath passed over the earth like a faint sigh and touched the leaves of the slumbering osiers.... "A-ga-fya!" a hollow voice called from the village. "Agafya!" It was the husband, who had returned home, and in alarm was looking for his wife in the village.
When my father heard of it, he said jokingly to Agafya Mikhailovna: "Aren't you ashamed that a man had to trudge two miles through the frost at night all for the sake of your telegram?" "Trudge, trudge? Angels bore him on their wings. Trudge, indeed! You get three telegrams from an outlandish Jew woman," she growled, "and telegrams every day about your Golokhvotika.
And you, granny,” he added gravely, in an undertone, as he passed Agafya, “I hope you’ll spare their tender years and not tell them any of your old woman’s nonsense about Katerina. Ici, Perezvon!” “Get along with you!” retorted Agafya, really angry this time. “Ridiculous boy! You want a whipping for saying such things, that’s what you want!” But Kolya did not hear her. At last he could go out.
She was not turned out of the house, but was degraded from housekeeper to being a sewing-woman and was ordered to wear a kerchief on her head instead of a cap. To the astonishment of every one, Agafya accepted with humble resignation the blow that had fallen upon her. She was at that time about thirty, all her children were dead and her husband did not live much longer.
And I began to think: "Who am I? What am I?" and so I spent the whole night thinking about it. "Why, imagine this is Socrates! 'Know thyself," said my father, telling the story with great enthusiasm. In the autumn he used to go wolf-hunting with my father and us, with the borzois, and Agafya Mikhailovna loved him for that. Styopa's examination was in the spring.
It happened one hot summer day that her mistress in driving past stopped at the cattle-yard. Agafya regaled her with such delicious cool cream, behaved so modestly, and was so neat, so bright, and so contented with everything that her mistress signified her forgiveness to her and allowed her to return to the house.
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