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Updated: May 14, 2025
But someone has come a little lame man, the Lord knows who he is and demands to see Alexai Dmitritch! I wonder what for? This morning that female came for him and now this little cripple. 'If Alexai Dmitritch is not at home, he says, 'then I must see Vassily Fedotitch! I won't go away without seeing him.
Paklin threw up his arms in despair. "That's just where we are mistaken, Alexai Dmitritch! We never know anyone. We want to do things, to turn the whole world upside down, and are living outside this very world, amidst two or three friends, jostling each other in our narrow little circle! "Excuse me," Nejdanov put in. "I don't think that is quite true.
It's only because he's not used to it." "What's the matter?" Mariana persisted. "He's only a little tipsy. Been drinking on an empty stomach; that's all." Mariana bent over Nejdanov. He was half lying on the couch, his head sunk on his breast, his eyes closed. He smelled of vodka; he was quite drunk. "Alexai!" escaped her lips. He raised his heavy eyelids with difficulty, and tried to smile.
I know that you merely look upon our marriage as a kind of passport a means of avoiding any difficulties with the police... but still it will bind us to some extent; necessitate our living together and all that. Besides it always presupposes a desire to live together." "What do you mean, Alexai? You don't intend staying here?" Nejdanov said hesitatingly.
Nejdanov obeyed. Mariana put the candlestick on a window-sill and turned to him. "I understand why you wanted to see me," she began. "It is wretched for you to live in this house, and for me too." "Yes, I wanted to see you, Mariana Vikentievna," Nejdanov replied, "but I do not feel wretched here since I've come to know you." Mariana smiled pensively. "Thank you, Alexai Dmitritch.
I give you up everything, and her.... She is very good, Alexai " Markelov ceased; his chest heaved visibly. "Take it. You are not angry with me, are you? Well, take it then. It's no use to me... now." Nejdanov took the portrait, but a strange sensation oppressed his heart.
Mashurina turned away and bit her lip; Ostrodumov muttered, "At last!" Paklin was the first to approach him. "Why, what is the matter, Alexai Dmitritch, Hamlet of Russia? Has something happened, or are you just simply depressed, without any particular cause? "Oh, stop! Mephistopheles of Russia!" Nejdanov exclaimed irritably. "I am not in the mood for fencing with blunt witticisms just now."
But Markelov was standing in a corner biting his moustache. The old servant came into the room carrying a candle. Markelov started. "It's time we were in bed, Alexai," he said. "Morning is wiser than evening. You shall have the horses tomorrow. Goodbye." "And goodbye to you too, old fellow," he added turning to the servant and slapping him on the shoulder. "Don't be angry with me!"
You know the old proverb, 'With two people to carry the pole, the burden will be easier. But if you let go your end what becomes of the other?" "Alexai," Mariana began irresolutely, "I think you exaggerate. Do we not love each other?" Nejdanov gave a deep sigh. "Mariana... I bow down before you... you pity me, and each of us has implicit faith in the other's honesty that is our position.
NEJDANOV rose to meet him, and Markelov, coming straight up to him, without any form of greeting, asked him if he was Alexai Dmitritch, a student of the St. Petersburg University. "Yes," Nejdanov replied. Markelov took an unsealed letter out of a side pocket. "In that case, please read this. It is from Vassily Nikolaevitch," he added, lowering his voice significantly.
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