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Updated: June 15, 2025
The household was thrown into a state of bustle; a messenger galloped off to Moscow for Nikolai Artemyevitch; with him galloped the butler to buy wines, pies, and all sorts of provisions; Shubin was commissioned to hire an open carriage the coach alone was not enough and to order relays of horses to be ready; a page was twice despatched to Bersenyev and Insarov with two different notes of invitation, written by Zoya, the first in Russian, the second in French; Anna Vassilyevna herself was busy over the dresses of the young ladies for the expedition.
But I regard it as my duty to prove to you that I understand my duties, and know how to care for for the welfare of the family entrusted entrusted to me. 'What's the meaning of all this? Anna Vassilyevna was thinking. 'Which of us can speak? Mention any one! one of the disputants had exclaimed. 'For instance, pursued Nikolai Artemyevitch, 'my daughter Elena.
Nikolai Artemyevitch used to hint at this fact in justification of his intimacy with Augustina Christianovna. She had never reproached him to his face, but she complained of him secretly to every one in the house in turn, even to her daughter. Anna Vassilyevna did not care for going out, she liked visitors to come and sit with her and talk to her; she collapsed at once when she was left alone.
Really, Paul, this is dreadful. I am very much displeased with you. How could you be wanting in respect to Nikolai Artemyevitch? 'Nikolai Artemyevitch has complained of me to you? inquired Shubin, and with the same smile on his lips he looked at Stahov. The latter turned away, dropping his eyes. 'Yes, he complains of you.
But Nikolai Artemyevitch never suspected that Augustina Christianovna, in letters to her cousin, Theodolina Peterzelius, called him Mein Pinselchen. Nikolai Artemyevitch's wife, Anna Vassilyevna, was a thin, little woman with delicate features, and a tendency to be emotional and melancholy. At school, she had devoted herself to music and reading novels; afterwards she abandoned all that.
'To his own country, to Bulgaria. 'To the Turks! cried Anna Vassilyevna and fell into a swoon. Elena ran to her mother. 'Away! clamoured Nikolai Artemyevitch, seizing his daughter by the arm, 'away, unworthy girl! But at that instant the door of the room opened, and a pale face with glittering eyes appeared: it was the face of Shubin.
Shubin was sitting at the window with his legs crossed, tranquilly smoking a cigar. 'Leave off tramping from corner to corner, please, he observed, knocking the ash off his cigar. 'I keep expecting you to speak; there's a rick in my neck from watching you. Besides, there's something artificial, melodramatic in your striding. 'You can never do anything but joke, responded Nikolai Artemyevitch.
Zoya came in and sat down facing Nikolai Artemyevitch. He grunted, sank into an armchair, asked for coffee, and only then took off his hat. Coffee was brought him; he drank a cup, and looking at everybody in turn, he growled between his teeth, 'Sortes, s'il vous plait, and turning to his wife he added, 'et vous, madame, restez, je vous prie. They all left the room, except Anna Vassilyevna.
Anna Vassilyevna blew her nose tearfully. Nikolai Artemyevitch thrust his fingers between his coat-buttons. 'I sent for you, Elena Nikolaevna, he began after a protracted silence, 'in order to have an explanation with you, or rather in order to ask you for an explanation.
'No, I know nothing, observed Anna Vassilyevna, craning forward her head expectantly. 'O Good Lord! exclaimed Nikolai Artemyevitch hurriedly, 'how often have I prayed and besought, how often have I said how I hate these scenes and explanations!
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