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Updated: June 15, 2025
Give me an axe!" "Don't chop your fingers off," says the master, when the blows of the axe on the root under water are heard. "Yefim, get out of this! Stay, I'll get the eel-pout. . . . You'll never do it." The root is hacked a little. They partly break it off, and Andrey Andreitch, to his immense satisfaction, feels his fingers under the gills of the fish. "I'm pulling him out, lads!
Anna Pavlovna too ran up at the hubbub. She began trying to pacify her husband, but Piotr Andreitch would hear nothing. He pounced down like a hawk on his son, reproached him with immorality, with godlessness, with hypocrisy; he took the opportunity to vent on him all the wrath against the Princess Kubensky that had been simmering within him, and lavished abusive epithets upon him.
What a life, what a life mine's been, come to think of it! In my young days, I was beaten by a German I was 'prentice to; in the prime of life beaten by my own countrymen, and last of all, in ripe years, see what I have been brought to.... 'Ugh, you flabby soul! said Gavrila Andreitch. 'Why do you make so many words about it? 'Why, do you say, Gavrila Andreitch?
There was a burning sensation inside him, and his heart throbbed uneasily; he had a longing now to get a Serbian order. It was a painful, passionate longing. A FINE carriage with rubber tyres, a fat coachman, and velvet on the seats, rolled up to the house of a landowner called Gryabov. Fyodor Andreitch Otsov, the district Marshal of Nobility, jumped out of the carriage.
It was clear to her now that she had ceased to love Andrey Andreitch or perhaps had never loved him at all; but how to say this and to whom to say it and with what object she did not understand, and could not understand, though she was thinking about it all day and all night. . . . He held her round the waist, talked so affectionately, so modestly, was so happy, walking about this house of his; while she saw nothing in it all but vulgarity, stupid, naïve, unbearable vulgarity, and his arm round her waist felt as hard and cold as an iron hoop.
"Mother, listen to me!" said Nadya. "I implore you, do understand! If you would only understand how petty and degrading our life is. My eyes have been opened, and I see it all now. And what is your Andrey Andreitch? Why, he is not intelligent, mother! Merciful heavens, do understand, mother, he is stupid!" Nina Ivanovna abruptly sat up. "You and your grandmother torment me," she said with a sob.
You look like Old Nick himself, God forgive my saying so, that's what you look like." Kapiton blinked rapidly. "Go on abusing me, go on, if you like, Gavrila Andreitch," he thought to himself again. "Here you've been drunk again," Gavrila began, "drunk again, haven't you? Eh? Come, answer me!"
Even if Ivan Andreitch begged me to on his knees even then I would refuse." Marya Konstantinovna sat on the sofa for a minute in silence, grave and mournful, gazing fixedly into space; then she got up and said coldly: "Good-bye, my dear! Forgive me for having troubled you.
This tiny cup I had often seen in Mikhaíl's hands; and once he had even said to me, in speaking of a pauper, that he must be stripped bare, since he had neither cup nor bowl, "while I have this here," he said. I thanked her, took the cup and inquired, "Of what malady did Mikhaíl Andréitch die? Probably...."
"I know, I know, what you want to ask," said Piotr Andreitch; "don't fret yourself, she shall stay with us, and I will forgive Vanka for her sake." With an effort Anna Pavlovna took her husband's hand and pressed it to her lips. The same evening she breathed her last. Piotr Andreitch kept his word.
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