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"I think he has great talent for music; but so far he has not worked at it, as he should." "Ah! And is he a good sort of man?" Lisa laughed and glanced quickly at Fedor Ivanitch. "What a queer question!" she exclaimed, drawing up her line and throwing it in again further off. "Why is it queer? I ask you about him, as one who has only lately come here, as a relation." "A relation?" "Yes.
He spoke without haste, resonantly, and clearly; but the mother was unable to listen to his speech. Sizov whispered in her ear: "Did you understand what he said? Did you understand? 'People, he says, 'are poor, they are all upset, insensate. Is that Fedor? He says they don't understand anything; they're savages." The feeling of wrong grew, and passed into revolt.
How sweet she is, what a clever little thing; how she speaks French; and understand Russian too she called me 'auntie' in Russian. And you know that as for shyness almost all children at her age are shy there's not a trace of it. She's so like you, Fedor Ivanitch, it's amazing. The eyes, the forehead well, it's you over again, precisely you.
"Well, then, that is, I wanted to say, she came to me, and I received her; that is what I wanted to explain to you, Fedor Ivanitch. Thank God I have, I may say, gained universal respect, and for no consideration in the world would I do anything improper.
"Only think: her youth, her inexperience... and who knows, perhaps, bad example; she had not a mother who could bring her up in the right way. Forgive her, Fedor Ivanitch, she has been punished enough." The tears were trickling down Marya Dmitrievna's cheeks: she did not wipe them away, she was fond of weeping. Lavretsky sat as if on thorns.
There's nothing for it, I thought to myself; so I explained my position to her. The old lady heard me out. "Matrona! what Matrona?" "Matrona Fedorovna, Kulik's daughter." "Fedor Kulik's daughter.... But how did you come to know her?" "By chance." "And is she aware of your intention?" "Yes." The old lady was silent for a minute. Then, "Ah, I'll let her know it, the worthless hussy!" she said.
But his connection with some secret society having been asserted, he received orders to start for Irkutsk. The police who brought the order conducted him without delay beyond the frontier. Wassili Fedor had but time to embrace his sick wife and his daughter, so soon to be left alone, when, shedding bitter tears, he was led away.
"Oh, do stop pretending, mamma," cried Aglaya, in vexation. "Send him up, father; mother allows." The general rang the bell and gave orders that the prince should be shown in. "Only on condition that he has a napkin under his chin at lunch, then," said Mrs. Epanchin, "and let Fedor, or Mavra, stand behind him while he eats. Is he quiet when he has these fits? He doesn't show violence, does he?"
Petersburg; but Fedor Ivanovich has lived all the time on his estate." "Yes, and mamma too is dead, since then." "And Marfa Timofeevna," said Shurochka. "And Nastasia Corpovna," continued Lenochka, "and Monsieur Lemm." "What? is Lemm dead too?" asked Lavretsky. "Yes," answered young Kalitine. "He went away from here to Odessa. Some one is said to have persuaded him to go there, and there he died."
Forty Generals were killed, four armies made prisoners. Do you think the King of Prussia is about my strength?" This boasting of the robber rather amused me. "What do you think yourself?" I said to him. "Could you beat Frederick?" "Fédor Fédorovitch, eh! why not? I can beat your Generals, and your Generals have beaten him. Until now my arms have been victorious.
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