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Updated: May 14, 2025
"I am not worrying at all, Tatiana Osipovna," Mariana interrupted her. "Alexai Dmitritch is a little indisposed, nothing very serious!" "That's all right! I wondered why you didn't come, and thought there might be something the matter with you. But still I wouldn't have come in to you. It's always best not to interfere.
"Goodbye, goodbye... good luck to you!" Nejdanov added, entering upon his role of small shopkeeper. But before he had reached the door Pavel thrust his head in from the passage under his very nose, and handing him a thin, long staff, cut out all the way down like a screw, he said: "Take this, Alexai Dmitritch, and lean on it as you walk.
Mariana bent down towards him and, putting her face close against his, looked anxiously into his eyes, as though trying to penetrate to his very soul. "What is the matter, Alexai? What have you on your mind? Tell me ... you frighten me. Your words are so strange and enigmatical ... And your face! I have never seen your face like that!"
Nejdanov paced up and down the room several times, then turned down the corridor and knocked gently at Mariana's door. There was no response. He knocked again then he turned the handle of the door. It was locked. But he had hardly got back to his own room and sat down, when the door creaked softly and Mariana's voice was heard: "Alexai Dmitritch, was that YOU, that came to me?"
They did not beat me, they even drank with me drank my health but they crushed my soul more completely than they did Markelov's ribs. I was born out of joint, wanted to set myself right, and have made matters worse. That is what you notice in my face." "Alexai," Mariana said slowly, "it would be very wrong of you not to be frank with me." He clenched his hands.
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