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Updated: June 22, 2025
"But I assure you, Arina Prohorovna, nobody is eavesdropping. It's only your fancy. Besides, the windows are high, and people would not understand if they did hear." "We don't understand ourselves," some one muttered. "But I tell you one must always be on one's guard. I mean in case there should be spies," she explained to Verhovensky.
"Gentlemen, asking your attention and, as you will see later, soliciting your aid in a matter of the first importance," Shigalov began again, "I must make some prefatory remarks." "Arina Prohorovna, haven't you some scissors?" Pyotr Stepanovitch asked suddenly. "What do you want scissors for?" she asked, with wide-open eyes.
Usually this room is used as a sort of sitting-room for the mistress of the house, where she directs her household, and where she receives her guests informally. One door leads into the room where the guests are dining, and the other into the inner rooms. ARÍNA is seated on a chair near the door leading into the dining-room; near her are several girls and women. I never thought to see it!
It’s not the Karamazov, mamma, who ... h’m ... etcetera, but his brother, radiant with modest virtues. Come, Arina Petrovna, come, mamma, first your hand to be kissed.” And he kissed his wife’s hand respectfully and even tenderly. The girl at the window turned her back indignantly on the scene; an expression of extraordinary cordiality came over the haughtily inquiring face of the woman.
Vassily Ivanovitch was dumbfounded when he broke the news to him. "Very good..." he faltered, "very good.... I had thought you were to be with us... a little longer. Three days.... After three years, it's rather little; rather little, Yevgeny!" "But I tell you I'm coming back directly. It's necessary for me to go." "Necessary.... Very good. Arina and I, of course, did not anticipate this.
Yes, pour it out, pour out the Madeira, the Madeira; it will cheer us up. That's all right! Come along and drink some wine. Won't you have some? ANNA IVÁNOVNA. Well, why shouldn't I drink some! They say, don't drink when there's no one round, but when there's company, it's all right. Goes to PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA, drinks and talks in a whisper. ARÍNA. Have you had a drop too much, my boys?
Old Bazaroff breathed hard and screwed his eyes up more than ever. "There, that's enough, that's enough, Arina; give over please give over." His lips and eyebrows were twitching and his beard was quivering... but he was obviously trying to control himself and appear almost indifferent. But, like his wife, the old man was deeply moved at the coming of his son.
"But how... you are not living with your wife?" "I'll break your skull for questions like that." "Oh dear, I understand, forgive me, I was struck all of a heap.... But I understand, I understand... is Arina Prohorovna really coming? You said just now that she had gone? You know, that's not true. You see, you see, you see what lies you tell at every step."
The flickering light illuminated the white trunks of the trees, the withered herbage of last year's growth and a path leading down the embankment. Arina had descended it many times. The church bells in the village were ringing for evensong. From the church precincts twinkled the yellow lights of candles and lanterns, then there was the hum of people's voices.
"Neighbour," he called, "why do you lose your temper?" But his neighbour did not look round, and kept on his way. Semyon gazed after him until he was lost to sight in the cutting at the turn. He went home and said to his wife: "Arina, our neighbour is a wicked person, not a man." However, they did not quarrel. They met again and discussed the same topics.
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