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Updated: June 20, 2025
At last, one day, when Lutchkov, ready dressed, came to fetch him, and the carriage was waiting at the steps, Fyodor Fedoritch, to the astonishment of his friend, announced point-blank that he should stay at home. Lutchkov entreated him, was vexed and angry... Kister pleaded a headache. Lutchkov set off alone. The bully had changed in many ways of late.
'I understand your position, Fyodor Fedoritch, Avdey went on with an affectation of sympathy; 'it's disagreeable, certainly. A man has been acting, acting a part, and no one has recognised him as a humbug; and all of a sudden...
Your behaviour to me has been so strange, and I think, on my side, I have not deserved... at least, I had no reason to expect... But won't you sit down? Wouldn't you like a pipe? Lutchkov sat down. There was a certain weariness perceptible in his movements. He stroked his moustaches and lifted his eyebrows. 'I say, Fyodor Fedoritch, he began at last; 'why did you keep it up with me so long?...
"What do you say, Christopher Fedoritch," he said at last, "you see everything here seems in good order now, and the garden is in full bloom, couldn't we invite her over here for a day with her mother and my old aunt... eh? Would you like it?" Lemm bent his head over his plate. "Invite her," he murmured, scarcely audibly. "But Panshin isn't wanted?"
Masha felt an inclination to defend Lutchkov, but she held her tongue. 'Yes, of course, she said rather carelessly; 'he is a queer fish, but still he's a nice man! 'Oh, yes!... Why didn't Fyodor Fedoritch come? 'He was unwell, I suppose. Ah! by the way, Fyodor Fedoritch wanted to make me a present of a puppy.... Will you let me? 'What? Accept his present? 'Yes. 'Of course.
Kister, for his part, took her awkwardness and her uneasiness for obvious signs of love, and the more afraid he was for her the more impossible he found it to speak of Lutchkov; while Masha obstinately refrained from uttering his name. It was a painful experience for poor Fyodor Fedoritch. He began at last to understand his own feelings. Never had Masha seemed to him more charming.
We laughed and talked of the incidents of the day's shooting, and recalled with enthusiasm two glorious 'runs. After dining pretty heartily, we settled comfortably into ample arm-chairs round the fire; a huge silver bowl made its appearance on the table, and in a few minutes the white flame of the burning rum announced our host's agreeable intention 'to concoct a punch. Piotr Fedoritch was a man of some taste; he was aware, for instance, that nothing has so fatal an influence on the fancy as the cold, steady, pedantic light of a lamp, and so he gave orders that only two candles should be left in the room.
Here ... and here's the programme.... I'm one of the stewards. Aratov sank into thought. Platonida Ivanovna came in at that instant, and glancing at his face, was in a flutter of agitation at once. 'Yasha, she cried, 'what's the matter with you? Why are you so upset? Fyodor Fedoritch, what is it you've been telling him?
Fancy, I couldn't play two notes together correctly." "You'd better have sung your song again," replied Lemm, removing Panshin's hands, and he walked away. Lisa ran after him. She overtook him on the stairs. "Christopher Fedoritch, I want to tell you," she said to him in German, accompanying him over the short green grass of the yard to the gate, "I did wrong forgive me." Lemm made no answer.
Masha was in great good humour and chatted merrily. Kister responded willingly, though he awaited explanations with impatience.... Taniusha walked behind at a respectful distance, only from time to time stealing a sly glance at her young lady. 'You're not angry with me, Fyodor Fedoritch? queried Masha. 'With you, Marya Sergievna? Why, whatever for?
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