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"Marya Dmitrievna told me to ask you to go in to her," he commenced to Lavretsky. "Tell her, my boy, that just now I can't " Fedor Ivanitch was beginning. "Her excellency told me to ask you very particularly," continued the servant. "She gave orders to say she was at home." "Have the visitors gone?" asked Lavretsky. "Certainly, sir," replied the servant with a grin.
"Yes!" she said faintly. "We were quickly punished." "Punished!" said Lavretsky. "What had you done to be punished?" His heart ached with pity and love. "Yes, all is over before it had begun." "We must forget all that," she brought out at last. "It is left for us to do our duty. You, Fedor Ivanitch, must be reconciled with your wife." "Lisa!" "I beg you to do so: by that alone can you expiate..."
Of old papers and interesting documents, upon which Lavretsky had reckoned, there seemed no trace, except one old book, in which his grandfather, Piotr Andreitch, had inscribed in one place, "Celebration in the city of Saint Petersburg of the peace, concluded with the Turkish empire by his Excellency Prince Alexander Alexandrovitch Prozorovsky;" in another place a recipe for a pectoral decoction with the comment, "This recipe was given to the general's lady, Prascovya Federovna Soltikov, by the chief priest of the Church of the Life-giving Trinity, Fedor Avksentyevitch:" in another, a piece of political news of this kind: "Somewhat less talk of the French tigers;" and next this entry: "In the Moscow Gazette an announcement of the death of Mr.
The trembling of her hands was perceptible now. "You left her yourself, Fedor Ivanitch." "But I tell you," retorted Lavretsky with an involuntary outburst of impatience, "you don't know what that woman is!" "Then why did you marry her?" whispered Lisa, and her eyes feel. Lavretsky got up quickly from his seat. "Why did I marry her?
"Well, may God grant them happiness!" he murmured at last, as if to himself, and turned away his head. Liza reddened. "You are wrong, Fedor Ivanovich," she said; "you are wrong in thinking But don't you like Vladimir Ivanovich?" she asked suddenly. "No." "Why?" "I think he has no heart." The smile disappeared from Liza's lips.
He banged the door and went to his study. Somebody knocked at the door. "Who the devil is that?" he thought; and shouted, "Who is there?" The door opened and a boy of fifteen came in, the son of Fedor Mihailovich, a pupil of the fifth class of the local school. "What do you want?" "It is the first of the month to-day, father." "Well! You want your money?"
Anton used to tell many stories, too, of his mistress, Glafira Petrovna; how prudent and saving she was; how a certain gentleman, a young neighbour, had paid her court, and used to ride over to see her, and how she was even pleased to put on her best cap, with ribbons of salmon colour, and her yellow gown of tru-tru levantine for him; but how, later on, she had been angry with the gentleman neighbour for his unseemly inquiry, "What, madam, pray, might be your fortune?" and had bade them refuse him the house; and how it was then that she had given directions that, after her decease, everything to the last rag should pass to Fedor Ivanitch.
He had made himself indispensable in several quarters, amongst others in his department of the government; and yet it was a known fact that Fedor Ivanovitch Epanchin was a man of no education whatever, and had absolutely risen from the ranks.
She was going to marry the old, vicious, and fabulously wealthy Russian Prince, Fedor Ivanovitch Zairoff. She made no pretence of caring for the man whom, out of a host of suitors, she had selected to wed. When her young lover stormed and upbraided her she only raised those wonderful stag-like eyes to his face and said: "I have a reason, Julian. I cannot explain it. I dare not say more.
A few months later he received a letter from Pestov. The good-natured landowner congratulated Ivan Petrovitch on the birth of a son, who had been born into the world in the village of Pokrovskoe on the 20th of August, 1807, and named Fedor, in honour of the holy martyr Fedor Stratilat.
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