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Near his lodgings Laevsky met Atchmianov. The young man was breathless and excited. "I am looking for you, Ivan Andreitch," he said. "I beg you to come quickly. . . ." "Where?" "Some one wants to see you, some one you don't know, about very important business; he earnestly begs you to come for a minute.
A fine person they've found to promote, there's no denying that! They've let the goat loose in the kitchen garden, you may say! 'Hush, hush, Pavel Andreitch, hush! drop that ... what rubbish are you talking? 'So Master Fox is beginning to fawn? I will wait for him, Pavel said with passion, and he struck a blow on the table.
And she began crying. "Vanya," she called. "Ivan Andreitch!" There was no answer. Thinking that Laevsky had come in and was standing behind her chair, she sobbed like a child, and said: "Why did you not tell me before that he was dead? I wouldn't have gone to the picnic; I shouldn't have laughed so horribly. . . . The men said horrid things to me. What a sin, what a sin!
I could not bear to think so, she added, with an expression of deep feeling. 'Go, my love; be so good as to go to Gavrila Andreitch for me. Liubov Liubimovna went to Gavrila's room. What conversation passed between them is not known, but a short time after, a whole crowd of people was moving across the yard in the direction of Gerasim's garret.
"Pavel Andreitch," she said, smiling mournfully, "forgive me, I don't believe you: you are not going away, but I will ask you one more favour. Call this" she pointed to her papers "self-deception, feminine logic, a mistake, as you like; but do not hinder me. It's all that is left me in life." She turned away and paused. "Before this I had nothing. I have wasted my youth in fighting with you.
'Liubov Liubimovna, she began in a subdued weak voice she was fond of playing the part of an oppressed and forsaken victim; needless to say, every one in the house was made extremely uncomfortable at such times 'Liubov Liubimovna, you see my position; go, my love to Gavrila Andreitch, and talk to him a little Can he really prize some wretched cur above the repose the very life of his mistress?
Why, because, as you know yourself, Gavrila Andreitch, he's deaf, and what's more, has no more wit than the heel of my foot. Why, he's a sort of beast, a heathen idol, Gavrila Andreitch, and worse . . . a block of wood; what have I done that I should have to suffer from him now?
Malanya Sergyevna began, in her distress, to beseech Ivan Petrovitch, in her letters, to return home soon. Piotr Andreitch himself wanted to see his son, but Ivan Petrovitch did nothing but write. He thanked his father on his wife's account, and for the money sent him, promised to return quickly and did not come. The year 1812 at last summoned him home from abroad.
The steward looked at her intently. "Well, Taniusha," he said, "would you like to be married? Our lady has chosen a husband for you?" "Yes, Gavrila Andreitch. And whom has she deigned to name as a husband for me?" she added falteringly. "Kapiton, the shoemaker." "Yes, sir." "He's a feather-brained fellow, that's certain. But it's just for that the mistress reckons upon you." "Yes, sir."
She is looking for something, pretends not to have noticed me, and is humming to herself: "Dost thou remember that song full of tenderness?" I read through what I have written and want to continue, but the young lady pretends to have just caught sight of me, and says in a mournful voice: "Good morning, Nikolay Andreitch. Only fancy what a misfortune I have had!
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