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Updated: June 11, 2025
'I dare say! thought Aratov; 'that idea's a little too late, my good friend! 'What is wrong with Yasha? queried Platonida Ivanovna, as she slipped a three-rouble note into Paramon Paramonitch's hand in the doorway.
Aratov was in such an amiable frame of mind that he agreed to this too. The doctor delicately uncovered his chest, delicately tapped, listened, hummed and hawed, prescribed some drops and a mixture, and, above all, advised him to keep quiet and avoid any excitement.
You're not going in for becoming a monk! Aratov was, however, still refractory; but Kupfer found an unexpected ally in Platonida Ivanovna. Though she had no clear idea what was meant by the word asceticism, she too was of opinion that it would be no harm for dear Yasha to take a little recreation, to see people, and to show himself.
'Do you wish to write her biography? Anna questioned him again. Aratov had not expected this inquiry; however, he replied promptly, 'Why not? But above all, I wanted to acquaint the public ... Anna stopped him by a motion of her hand. 'What is the object of that? The public caused her plenty of suffering as it is; and indeed Katia had only just begun life.
'Anna Semyonovna, Aratov began after a short pause, 'you have perhaps heard to what the newspapers ascribed ... "To an unhappy love affair?" Anna broke in, at once pulling away her hands from her face. 'That's a slander, a fabrication!... My pure, unapproachable Katia ... Katia!... and unhappy, unrequited love?
He suddenly realised that he was eagerly expecting Kupfer! Did he want to question him, or perhaps even to confide in him?... But Kupfer did not make his appearance. Then Aratov took down Pushkin, read Tatiana's letter, and convinced himself again that the 'gipsy girl' had not in the least understood the real force of the letter. And that donkey Kupfer shouts: Rachel! Viardot!
Aratov dropped the hand that held the diary, and his head slowly sank upon his breast. 'Read it! cried Anna. 'Why don't you read it? Read it through from the beginning.... It would take only five minutes to read it all, though the diary extends over two years. In Kazan she used to write down nothing at all.... Aratov got up slowly from his chair and flung himself on his knees before Anna.
The doctor went away ... and Platonida Ivanovna grieved.... She sent to the surgery, though, for the medicine, which Aratov would not take, in spite of her entreaties. He refused any herb-tea too. 'And why are you so uneasy, dear? he said to her; 'I assure you, I'm at this moment the sanest and happiest man in the whole world! Platonida Ivanovna could only shake her head.
She observed, indeed, that he seemed thinner, and looked hollow in the face; natural enough, with no one to look after him! but she did not venture to question him about his journey. She asked at dinner. 'And is Kazan a fine town? 'Yes, answered Aratov.
Then the woman suddenly turned round, and he saw bright living eyes, in a living but unknown face. She laughed, she waved her hand to him ... and still he could not move. She laughed once more, and quickly retreated, merrily nodding her head, on which there was a crimson wreath of tiny roses. Aratov tried to cry out, tried to throw off this awful nightmare....
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