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Fyodor Fedoritch despatched this note to the address, changed his uniform, and ordered his carriage to be got ready.
Fyodor Fedoritch made a favourable impression on his new comrades. They liked him for his good-nature, modesty, warm-heartedness, and natural inclination for everything beautiful, for everything, in fact, which in another officer they might, very likely, have thought out of place. They called Kister a young lady, and were kind and gentle in their manners with him.
'So far as I can gather, honoured sir, he observed with contemptuous carelessness, 'you enjoyed your position in the household of our respected Fedor Fedoritch, owing to your obliging readiness to wait on his diversions? The gentleman from Petersburg expressed himself in a style insufferably refined, smart, and correct.
'Till we meet, Masha said to Kister, following him into the hall and gazing at him with a soft smile, as he slowly and tenderly kissed her hands. 'Till we meet, Fyodor Fedoritch repeated confidently; 'till we meet.
Avdey Ivanovitch noticed the glance, shrugged his shoulders imperceptibly, and walked away into the other room. Several months had passed since that evening. Lutchkov had not once been at the Perekatovs'. But Kister visited them pretty often. Nenila Makarievna had taken a fancy to him, but it was not she that attracted Fyodor Fedoritch. He liked Masha.
Fyodor Fedoritch was continually glancing at Masha, as though giving her to understand that he would carry out her behests; Masha felt at once vexed with herself, and happy and uncomfortable.
'Well... yes... Masha said slowly; she flushed a little, turned her head a little away and in that position went on talking. 'There is something about him so... There, you're laughing at me, she added suddenly, glancing swiftly at Fyodor Fedoritch. Fyodor Fedoritch smiled the gentlest smile imaginable. Kister bowed.
'Sir, Fyodor Fedoritch replied, 'I consider your joke stupid and ill-bred do you hear? stupid and ill-bred. 'When shall we fight? Lutchkov responded composedly. 'When you like,... to-morrow. Next morning they fought a duel. Lutchkov wounded Kister slightly, and to the extreme astonishment of the seconds went up to the wounded man, took him by the hand and begged his pardon.
'They don't know him in our regiment, they don't appreciate him, they only see his external side. He's embittered, of course, and strange and impatient, but his heart is good. Masha listened greedily to Fyodor Fedoritch. 'Of course, just as I like lots of people. Kister looked mischievously at her. 'All right, all right, he said with a satisfied air; 'I'll bring him to you.... 'Oh, no....
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