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Updated: May 18, 2025
How you're always cracking them up! You're never tired of singing their praises! To listen to you, they're all angels.... Nice sort of angels! 'I like and respect women, but 'Oh, of course, of course, Avdey cut him short. 'I am not going to argue with you. That's quite beyond me! I'm a plain man. 'I was going to say that... But why just to-day... just now,... are you talking about women?
'If I could believe, Kister interrupted, setting his teeth, 'that it was wounded love that makes you talk like this, I should feel sorry for you; I could excuse you.... But in your abuse, in your false charges, I hear nothing but the shriek of mortified pride... and I feel no sympathy for you.... You have deserved what you've got. 'Ugh, mercy on us, how the fellow talks! Avdey murmured.
Kister had to keep indoors for a fortnight. Avdey Ivanovitch came several times to ask after him and on Fyodor Fedoritch's recovery made friends with him.
Avdey Ivanovitch did not address a remark to her; Kister's voice showed agitation. He laughed and chattered a little over-much.... They reached the stream. A couple of yards or so from the bank there was a water-lily, which seemed to rest on the smooth surface of the water, encircled by its broad, round leaves. 'What a beautiful flower! observed Masha.
She had grown fonder and fonder of him every day; happiness was for her a much more urgent need than passion. Besides, Avdey had turned her from all exaggerated desires, and she renounced them joyfully and for ever. Nenila Makarievna loved Kister like a son. Sergei Sergeitch as usual followed his wife's lead.
The good old man growled to himself, bit his grey moustaches, and wished Avdey Ivanovitch everything unpleasant.... The carriage was brought to the door. Kister handed the major two letters, one for his mother, the other for Masha. 'What's this for? 'Well, one can never tell... 'Nonsense! we'll shoot him like a partridge... 'Any way it's better...
Kister's loving heart had attached itself to Avdey for the very reason that all the rest avoided him. But the good-hearted youth did not know himself how great his good-heartedness was. 'My duty, he went on, 'is to warn Marya Sergievna. But how? What right have I to interfere in other people's affairs, in other people's love? How do I know the nature of that love?
'Won't you give me a message for your friend, your shepherd lad, your tender sweet-heart, Kister, Avdey shouted after her. He had lost his head. 'Isn't he the happy man?... Masha made him no reply, and hurriedly, gladly retreated. She felt light at heart, in spite of her fright and excitement.
Next day he went round to Lutchkov early in the morning. Avdey Ivanovitch was, as usual, lying on the sofa, smoking a pipe. Kister greeted him. 'I was at the Perekatovs yesterday, he said with some solemnity. 'Ah! Lutchkov responded indifferently, and he yawned. 'Yes. They are splendid people. 'Really? 'We talked about you. 'Much obliged; with which of them was that?
'You can't believe that, Avdey Ivanitch; you know me. 'I know you?... who knows you? The heart of another is a dark forest, and the best side of goods is always turned uppermost.
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