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Updated: June 12, 2025
"There is no need for lying; the gentleman knows why you have come! Sit down; you shall have supper with us." Agafya looked sideways at me and sat down irresolutely. "I thought you weren't coming this evening," Savka said, after a prolonged silence. "Why sit like that? Eat! Or shall I give you a drop of vodka?" "What an idea!" laughed Agafya; "do you think you have got hold of a drunkard?..."
Left alone with me, Agafya coughed and passed her hand several times over her forehead.... She began to feel a little drunk from the vodka. "How are you getting on, Agasha?" I asked her, after a long silence, when it began to be awkward to remain mute any longer. "Very well, thank God.... Don't tell anyone, sir, will you?" she added suddenly in a whisper. "That's all right," I reassured her.
For a little over three years, Agafya waited on Lisa, then Mademoiselle Moreau replaced her; but the frivolous Frenchwoman, with her cold ways and exclamation, tout ca c'est des betises, could never dislodge her dear nurse from Lisa's heart; the seeds that had been dropped into it had become too deeply rooted.
Lisa listened to her, and the image of the all-seeing, all-knowing God penetrated with a kind of sweet power into her very soul, filling it with pure and reverent awe; but Christ became for her something near, well-known, almost familiar. Agafya taught her to pray also. Sometimes she wakened Lisa early at daybreak, dressed her hurriedly, and took her in secret to matins.
Agafya stood still a little while, looked round once more as though expecting help from us, and went on. I have never seen anyone, drunk or sober, move as she did. Agafya seemed to be shrivelled up by her husband's eyes. At one time she moved in zigzags, then she moved her feet up and down without going forward, bending her knees and stretching out her hands, then she staggered back.
Holding up the bag of provisions in her left hand she stood still to watch the dog. Though Kolya had been so anxious for her return, he did not cut short the performance, and after keeping Perezvon dead for the usual time, at last he whistled to him. The dog jumped up and began bounding about in his joy at having done his duty. “Only think, a dog!” Agafya observed sententiously.
She wouldn't have died if she hadn't come till to-morrow.... If only she would sit quiet and listen, but she always wants to be slobbering.... You can't have a good talk when she's here." "Are you expecting Darya?" I asked, after a pause. "No... a new one has asked to come this evening... Agafya, the signalman's wife."
“Listen, you frivolous young woman,” Krassotkin began, getting up from the sofa, “can you swear by all you hold sacred in the world and something else besides, that you will watch vigilantly over the kids in my absence? I am going out.” “And what am I going to swear for?” laughed Agafya. “I shall look after them without that.” “No, you must swear on your eternal salvation. Else I shan’t go.”
“Well, don’t then. What does it matter to me? It’s cold out; stay at home.” “Kids,” Kolya turned to the children, “this woman will stay with you till I come back or till your mother comes, for she ought to have been back long ago. She will give you some lunch, too. You’ll give them something, Agafya, won’t you?” “That I can do.” “Good-by, chickens, I go with my heart at rest.
Agafya Mikhailovna knew about it and anxiously waited for the news of whether he had got through. Once she put up a candle before the eikon and prayed that Styopa might pass. But at that moment she remembered that her borzois had got out and had not come back to the kennels again. "Saints in heaven! they'll get into some place and worry the cattle and do a mischief!" she cried.
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