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Updated: June 14, 2025
BABÁYEV. There is just one drawback, my darling Tatyána Danílovna: your city is dreadfully lonesome. I will remain on one condition, that I may see you as often as possible. TATYÁNA. That's very simple. Call on us. We shall be delighted to have you come to tea to-morrow. BABÁYEV. Yes, but it's impossible to call on you often, as gossip and talk spreads, and then there's your husband
An hour after, when the finery was the worse for wear and heat and laughter had removed much of the charcoal, Pélaguéïa Danilovna could recognize them, compliment the girls on the success of their disguise, and thank the whole party for the amusement they had given her. Supper was served for the company in the drawing-room, and for the servants in the large dining-room.
I should like very much to see Tatyána Danílovna. LUKÉRYA. If you wish to see her, then where's the obstacle? She isn't a princess imprisoned behind ten locks. You'll go for a walk, no doubt, as you can't remain in your room? BABÁYEV. I should like to go, but I hardly know in what direction. LUKÉRYA. You needn't go far.
Pélaguéïa Danilovna, going and coming among them all, with her spectacles on her nose and a quiet smile, had seats arranged and a supper laid out for the visitors, masters and servants alike. She looked straight in the face of each in turn, recognizing no one of the motley crew neither the Rostows, nor Dimmler, nor even her own children, nor any of the clothes they figured in.
BABÁYEV. Do you know, I want to move to the country; then we could be near to one another. I am even ready to move to this town, if only you I didn't expect to hear such things from you, Valentin Pávlich. I hear everything you're saying. BABÁYEV. Lukérya Danílovna, I think some one is coming. Take a look out on the bank there. I'm anxious that we should not be seen here together.
I'll fire you out so fast that your skirts will squeak on the gate. TATYÁNA. Well, do what you like, even kill us, but we'll go. We don't want to show him we're boors. We surely have to thank him for remembering us, and wish him a pleasant journey. KRASNÓV. Tatyána Danílovna, please understand what you are told. TATYÁNA. I hope you aren't going to fight? That'll be just like you.
Pélaguéïa Danilovna Mélukow, a stout and commanding personality, in spectacles and a flowing dressing-gown, was sitting in her drawing-room surrounded by her children, whom she was doing her best to amuse by modelling heads in wax and tracing the shadows they cast on the wall, when steps and voices were heard in the ante-room.
You were continually with Tánya, and you never left her, so they called you the "doves." BABÁYEV. One's heart's not a stone, Lukérya Danílovna. Even you yourself do you remember the surveyor? LUKÉRYA. He isn't worth remembering. Later on he behaved in a very ungentlemanly way to me. But fate has punished him for his lack of courtesy towards a girl of noble birth.
AFÓNYA. Don't know. Oh, I feel sick. Lukérya Danílovna! They don't even answer. What does that mean now? Afanásy, where's my wife? AFÓNYA. Are you lonesome without her? She'll come, don't be afraid. No matter where she's strolling, she'll come home. ULYÁNA comes in. The same and ULYÁNA KRASNÓV. Who's that? Is that you, Ulyana? ULYÁNA. Yes, brother. KRASNÓV. What do you want?
Pelageya Danilovna Melyukova, a broadly built, energetic woman wearing spectacles, sat in the drawing room in a loose dress, surrounded by her daughters whom she was trying to keep from feeling dull. They were quietly dropping melted wax into snow and looking at the shadows the wax figures would throw on the wall, when they heard the steps and voices of new arrivals in the vestibule.
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