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Updated: June 6, 2025


She is up-stairs in her room," answered Maria Dmitrievna. "You can ask for her." Lavretsky went up-stairs. He found Marfa Timofeevna also at cards. She was playing at Durachki with Nastasia Carpovna. Roska barked at him, but both the old ladies received him cordially. Marfa Timofeevna seemed in special good humor. "Ah, Fedia!" she said, "do sit down, there's a good fellow.

And what is there in the matter to be delighted about, I should like to know?" "Doesn't he please you?" "No; he can't fascinate every one. It's enough for him that Nastasia Carpovna here is in love with him." The poor widow was terribly disconcerted. "How can you say so, Marfa Timofeevna? Do not you fear God?" she exclaimed, and a blush instantly suffused her face and neck.

No one ever claimed Roska, and as to Shurochka, she was even gladly given up to Marfa Timofeevna by her uncle, a drunken shoemaker, who never had enough to eat himself, and could still less provide food for his niece, whom he used to hit over the head with his last. As to Nastasia Carpovna, Marfa Timofeevna had made acquaintance with her on a pilgrimage, in a monastery.

Shurochka, I see you want to run out into the garden. Be off!" "No, I don't Marfa Timofeevna " "No arguing, if you please. Be off. Nastasia Carpovna has gone into the garden by herself. Go and keep her company. You should show the old lady respect." Shurochka left the room. "But where is my cap? Wherever can it have got to?" "Let me look for it," said Liza. "Sit still, sit still!

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