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I sat there, you know, with my head bent; I even dozed a little. Suddenly it seemed as though some one touched me in the side; I turned round... Good God! Aleksandra Andreyevna was gazing with intent eyes at me ... her lips parted, her cheeks seemed burning.
I used to say to him sometimes: 'Rimsky! give us some couplets! He would start, I tell you, and he'd make you split your sides with laughter. It's a pity, he ran off somewhere. Have you had dinner?" "Not yet. And how's Aleksandra?" asked Foma, somewhat deafened by the loud speech of this tall, frank, red-faced fellow clad in a motley costume.
'Do you hear, I love you! 'Aleksandra Andreyevna, how have I deserved 'No, no, you don't you don't understand me.... And suddenly she stretched out her arms, and taking my head in her hands, she kissed it... Believe me, I almost screamed aloud... I threw myself on my knees, and buried my head in the pillow. She did not speak; her fingers trembled in my hair; I listen; she is weeping.
Sometimes I held my head in my hands, and asked myself, "What are you doing, villain?"... And she would take my hand and hold it, give me a long, long look, and turn away, sigh, and say, 'How good you are! Her hands were so feverish, her eyes so large and languid... 'Yes, she says, 'you are a good, kind man; you are not like our neighbours... No, you are not like that... Why did I not know you till now! 'Aleksandra Andreyevna, calm yourself, I say... 'I feel, believe me, I don't know how I have gained ... but there, calm yourself... All will be right; you will be well again. And meanwhile I must tell you," continued the doctor, bending forward and raising his eyebrows, "that they associated very little with the neighbours, because the smaller people were not on their level, and pride hindered them from being friendly with the rich.
You know I must die. ... This she repeated incessantly ... 'If I knew that I should return to life, and be a proper young lady again, I should be ashamed ... of course, ashamed ... but why now? 'But who has said you will die? 'Oh, no, leave off! you will not deceive me; you don't know how to lie look at your face. ... 'You shall live, Aleksandra Andreyevna; I will cure you; we will ask your mother's blessing ... we will be united we will be happy. 'No, no, I have your word; I must die ... you have promised me ... you have told me. ... It was cruel for me cruel for many reasons.
The song filled his heart with thirst for tenderness and, still full of charming sounds, it quivered, but at the touch of her arm he felt awkward and ashamed before the other people. "Bravo-o! Bravo, Aleksandra Sarelyevna!" shouted Ookhtishchev, and the others were clapping their hands.
But she held me in her arms, and would not let me go. 'Have pity on me, Aleksandra Andreyevna, and have pity on yourself, I say. 'Why, she says; 'what is there to think of?
"Well, do you know," said the latter with a frown, "that Aleksandra of yours is a nasty woman! She's so obscure, it's tiresome to be with her, the devil take her! She's as cold as a frog, brrr! I guess I'll send her away." "Cold that's true," said Foma and became pensive. "Every person must do his work in a first class manner," said the distiller's son, instructively.
The maid was sitting there too, and snoring away in full swing; I can't find fault with the poor girl, though; she was worn out too. Aleksandra Andreyevna had felt very unwell all the evening; she was very feverish. Until midnight she kept tossing about; at last she seemed to fall asleep; at least, she lay still without stirring. The lamp was burning in the corner before the holy image.
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