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Updated: June 15, 2025
'How am I to understand you? asked Anna Vassilyevna. 'Well, if you will kindly listen, answered Nikolai Artemyevitch, still with the same dropping of the corners of his lips, 'I will tell you plainly, without beating about the bush. I have made acquaintance, I have become intimate with this young man, Mr. Kurnatovsky, in the hope of having him for a son-in-law.
What became of the other characters of our story? Anna Vassilyevna is still living; she has aged very much since the blow that has fallen on her; is less complaining, but far more wretched. Nikolai Artemyevitch, too, has grown older and greyer, and has parted from Augustina Christianovna.... He has taken now to abusing everything foreign.
'You're eloquent as Pythagoras, remarked Shubin; 'but do you know what I would advise you? 'What? 'When Augustina Christianovna comes back you take my meaning? 'Yes, yes; well, what? 'When you see her again you follow the line of my thought? 'Yes, yes, to be sure. 'Try beating her; see what that would do. Nikolai Artemyevitch turned away exasperated.
'You forget yourself! Here you have another proof that I count for nothing in this house, nothing! 'Anna Vassilyevna ill-uses you... poor fellow! said Shubin, stretching. 'Ah, Nikolai Artemyevitch, we're a pair of sinners!
Anna Vassilyevna kissed him on the cheek, and called him a darling; Nikolai Artemyevitch smiled contemptuously and said: quelle bourde! In the coach were the ladies, a maid, and Bersenyev; Insarov was seated on the box; and in the open carriage were Uvar Ivanovitch and Shubin.
Elena, all in tears, had already taken her seat in the sledge; Insarov had carefully wrapped her feet up in a rug; Shubin, Bersenyev, the landlord, his wife, the little daughter, with the inevitable kerchief on her head, the doorkeeper, a workman in a striped bedgown, were all standing on the steps, when suddenly a splendid sledge, harnessed with spirited horses, flew into the courtyard, and from the sledge, shaking the snow off the collar of his cloak, leapt Nikolai Artemyevitch.
I am displeased with you or no that is too little to say: your behaviour is a pain and an outrage to me to me and to your mother your mother whom you see here. Nikolai Artemyevitch was giving vent only to the few bass notes in his voice. Elena gazed in silence at him, then at Anna Vassilyevna and turned pale.
Nikolai Artemyevitch was twenty-five years old when he 'hooked' Anna Vassilyevna; he retired from the service and went into the country to manage the property. He was soon tired of country life, and as the peasants' labour was all commuted for rent he could easily leave the estate; he settled in Moscow in his wife's house.
With an orator's wave of the arm he motioned his daughter to a chair, and when she, not understanding his gesture, looked inquiringly at him, he brought out with dignity, without turning his head: 'I beg you to be seated. Nikolai Artemyevitch always used the formal plural in addressing his wife, but only on extraordinary occasions in addressing his daughter. Elena sat down.
I even asked the doorkeeper who were the people living there. Nikolai Artemyevitch stamped with his feet. 'Silence, scoundrel! How dare you?... Elena Nikolaevna, in the goodness of her heart, goes to visit the poor and you... Be off, fool! The terrified servant was rushing to the door. 'Stop! cried Nikolai Artemyevitch. 'What did the doorkeeper say to you?
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