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"Thank God! thank God!" he said, overjoyed to recognize her little fair face which wore a peculiarly serious, even stern expression. Telling the driver not to stop, he ran along beside her. "For two hours, then? Not more?" she inquired. "You should let Pyotr Dmitrievitch know, but don't hurry him. And get some opium at the chemist's." "So you think that it may go on well?
How he had contrived to convey himself thither passed Chichikov's comprehension. Host and guest embraced three times, according to a bygone custom of Russia. Evidently the barin was one of the old school. "I bring you," said Chichikov, "a greeting from his Excellency." "From whom?" "From your relative General Alexander Dmitrievitch." "Who is Alexander Dmitrievitch?" "What?
Look you where I sowed last spring. How I did work at it! I do my best, Konstantin Dmitrievitch, d'ye see, as I would for my own father. I don't like bad work myself, nor would I let another man do it. What's good for the master's good for us too. To look out yonder now," said Vassily, pointing, "it does one's heart good." "It's a lovely spring, Vassily."
You do not know General Alexander Dmitrievitch Betrishev?" exclaimed Chichikov with a touch of surprise. "No, I do not," replied the gentleman. Chichikov's surprise grew to absolute astonishment. "How comes that about?" he ejaculated. "I hope that I have the honour of addressing Colonel Koshkarev?" "Your hopes are vain.
Oh, Semyon the contractor came the day after you left. You must settle with him, Konstantin Dmitrievitch," said the bailiff. "I did inform you about the machine." This question was enough to take Levin back to all the details of his work on the estate, which was on a large scale, and complicated.
I'll go and have a look at them," he said, getting on to the little bay cob, Kolpik, who was led up by the coachman. "You can't get across the streams, Konstantin Dmitrievitch," the coachman shouted. "All right, I'll go by the forest."
"Then you think I tell a lie?" And she laughed a mirthless laugh. "Oh, no, Masha, Konstantin Dmitrievitch said he could not believe in it," said Kitty, blushing for Levin, and Levin saw this, and, still more exasperated, would have answered, but Vronsky with his bright frank smile rushed to the support of the conversation, which was threatening to become disagreeable.
Pavel Dmitrievitch, who had always been calm and leisurely, a genuine gambler, and a man of means, was now very different from what he had been in the flowery days of his success; he seemed to be in haste to go somewhere, kept constantly glancing at everybody, and it was not five minutes before he proposed to Lieutenant O., who had sworn off from playing, to set up a small faro-bank.
At half-past seven she had only just gone down into the drawing room, when the footman announced, "Konstantin Dmitrievitch Levin." The princess was still in her room, and the prince had not come in. "So it is to be," thought Kitty, and all the blood seemed to rush to her heart. She was horrified at her paleness, as she glanced into the looking-glass.
Nikolay Dmitrievitch's health has become very poor. Nikolay Dmitrievitch drinks a great deal," she said. "That is...how does he drink?" "Drinks vodka, and it's bad for him." "And a great deal?" whispered Levin. "Yes," she said, looking timidly towards the doorway, where Nikolay Levin had reappeared.
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