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Updated: May 15, 2025
And without concluding his sentence Nikolai Artemyevitch went quickly out, slamming the door. Anna Vassilyevna looked after him. 'To the club! she muttered bitterly: 'you are not going to the club, profligate? You've no one at the club to give away my horses to horses from my own stable and the grey ones too! My favourite colour.
For nowadays every one judges from appearances; one man's an empty-headed fool, but gives himself airs of importance, and he's respected; while another, very likely, has talents which might which might gain him great distinction, but through modesty 'Aren't you a born statesman? asked Shubin in a jeering voice. 'Give over playing the fool! Nikolai Artemyevitch cried with heat.
And repeating aloud: 'Un laquais! Nikolai Artemyevitch shut the dressing-case up in the bureau, and went up to Anna Vassilyevna. He found her in bed with her face tied up. But the sight of her sufferings only irritated him, and he very soon reduced her to tears. Meanwhile the storm gathering in the East was breaking.
You had much better be getting a little present ready for Anna Vassilyevna, It's her birthday in a day or two, and you know how she appreciates the least attention on your part. 'Yes, yes, answered Nikolai Artemyevitch hastily. 'I'm much obliged to you for reminding me. Of course, of course; to be sure.
Uvar Ivanovitch was sitting in an easy chair by the window, breathing heavily; Nikolai Artemyevitch was pacing with long strides up and down the room, his hands thrust into his pockets; his face expressed dissatisfaction. He stood still at last and shook his head. 'Yes; he began, 'in our day young men were brought up differently.
Her head was trembling with agitation. The solemnity of Nikolai Artemyevitch's preparations impressed her. She was expecting something extraordinary. 'What is it? she cried, directly the door was closed. Nikolai Artemyevitch flung an indifferent glance at Anna Vassilyevna.
'And she the daughter of Nikolai Artemyevitch Stahov! And after that people talk about blood, about stock! The amusing part of it is that she really is his daughter, like him, as well as like her mother, Anna Vassilyevna. I respect Anna Vassilyevna from the depths of my heart, she's been awfully good to me; but she's no better than a hen. Where did Elena get that soul of hers?
'Quelle bourde! muttered Nikolai Artemyevitch between his teeth. Zoya sat down to the piano. Elena gave a just perceptible shrug of the shoulders, and with her eyes motioned Insarov to the door. Then she twice slowly touched the table with her finger, and looked at him. He understood that she was promising to see him in two days, and she gave him a quick smile when she saw he understood her.
'Elena, have pity on me; go away, I feel as if I should die.... I can't stand these violent emotions... my whole soul yearns for you ... think, death was almost parting us.. and now you are here, you are in my arms... Elena She was trembling all over. 'Take me, then, she whispered scarcely above her breath. Nikolai Artemyevitch was walking up and down in his study with a scowl on his face.
Nikolai Artemyevitch entered the School of Cadets at sixteen, and left to go into the Guards. He was a handsome, well-made fellow, and reckoned almost the most dashing beau at evening parties of the middling sort, which were those he frequented for the most part; he had not gained a footing in the best society.
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