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Updated: June 16, 2025
'Well? I queried; 'didn't she send any message? 'No. I was silent for a little. 'Did she read my note? 'No doubt she did; the maid took it to her. 'Unapproachable, I thought, remembering Pasinkov's last words. 'All right, you can go, I said aloud. Elisei smiled somewhat queerly and did not go. 'There's a girl ... he began, 'here to see you. 'What girl? Elisei hesitated.
Within half an hour he was no more. Elisei flung himself weeping at his feet. I closed his eyes. On his neck there was a little silken amulet on a black cord. I took it. Three days afterwards he was buried.... One of the noblest hearts was hidden for ever in the grave. I myself threw the first handful of earth upon him. Another year and a half passed by. Business obliged me to visit Moscow.
I advised him to have a little nap, adding that I should not go on further till he was well again, and that I should establish myself in a room beside him. 'It's very nasty here ... Pasinkov was beginning, but I stopped his mouth, and went softly out. Elisei followed me. 'What is it, Elisei? Why, he's dying, isn't he? I questioned the faithful servant.
This man, of Kalmuck extraction, and hideous, even savage appearance, but the kindest-hearted creature and by no means a fool, was passionately devoted to Pasinkov, and had been his servant for ten years. 'Is Yakov Ivanitch quite well? I asked him. Elisei turned his dusky, yellow little face to me. 'Ah, sir, he's in a poor way ... in a poor way, sir!
'This my friend wore always on his breast and died with it on him. In it is the only note you ever wrote him, quite insignificant in its contents; you can read it. He wore it because he loved you passionately; he confessed it to me only the day before his death. Now, when he is dead, why should you not know that his heart too was yours? Elisei returned quickly and brought me back the relic.
For a long while I mused on what Pasinkov had told me, recalled many things, wondered; at last I too fell asleep.... Some one touched me; I started up; before me stood Elisei. 'Come in to my master, he said. I got up at once. 'What's the matter with him? 'He's delirious. 'Delirious? And hasn't it ever been so before with him?
I did not, of course, try to controvert this. Towards the evening, Pasinkov, contrary to my expectations, seemed better. He asked Elisei to set the samovar, announced that he was going to regale me with tea, and drink a small cup himself, and he was noticeably more cheerful.
'I used to live with mother and my married sister; but afterwards mother was cross with me, and my sister was crowded up, too; she has a lot of children: and so I moved. I always rested my hopes on Yakov Ivanitch, and longed for nothing but to see him, and he was always good to me you can ask Elisei Timofeitch. Masha paused. 'I have his letters, she went on.
Sobakevitch's peasant that's dreaming. Ugh!... Almost till morning Pasinkov wandered in delirium; at last he gradually grew quieter, sank back on the pillow, and dozed off. I went back into my room. Worn out by the cruel night, I slept soundly. Elisei again waked me. 'Ah, sir! he said in a shaking voice, 'I do believe Yakov Ivanitch is dying.... I ran in to Pasinkov. He was lying motionless.
Now, here I am going to get completely cured.... The government God give them all good health! have provided the cash. Pasinkov let his head fall back on the pillow, exhausted, and ceased speaking. A faint flush suffused his cheeks. He closed his eyes. 'He can't talk much, Elisei, who had not left the room, murmured in an undertone.
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