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Updated: June 15, 2025
Only I'd like to say something you see Lelechka is always hiding herself that's not good." Fedosya looked at her mistress with fixed eyes, which had grown round from fright. "Why not good?" asked Serafima Aleksandrovna, with vexation, succumbing involuntarily to vague fears. "I can't tell you how bad it is," said Fedosya, and her face expressed the most decided confidence.
'Isn't it eight, Fedosya Nikolaevna? put in Dunyasha, with some timidity. 'No, seven; what an idea! The baby chuckled again, stared at the chest, and suddenly caught hold of his mother's nose and mouth with all his five little fingers. 'Saucy mite, said Fenitchka, not drawing her face away. 'He's like my brother, observed Pavel Petrovitch. 'Who else should he be like? thought Fenitchka.
There was the sound of hurrying footsteps, and Arkady came on to the terrace. 'We have made friends, dad! he cried, with an expression of a kind of affectionate and good-natured triumph on his face. 'Fedosya Nikolaevna is not quite well to-day really, and she will come a little later. But why didn't you tell me I had a brother? I should have kissed him last night, as I have kissed him just now.
Fenitchka turned her head away. 'What a person you are to talk! she commented, picking the flowers over with her finger. 'And how can you care to listen to me? You have talked with such clever ladies. 'Ah, Fedosya Nikolaevna! believe me; all the clever ladies in the world are not worth your little elbow. 'Come, there's another invention! murmured Fenitchka, clasping her hands.
"Knows!" exclaimed Serafima Aleksandrovna in irritation, as though she wished to protect herself somehow from this sudden anxiety. "What nonsense! Please don't come to me with any such notions in the future. Now you may go." Fedosya, dejected, her feelings hurt, left her mistress. "What nonsense!
Fedosya Semyonovna, as though she did not grasp what was happening to her husband, went on: "He is not a little boy now, you know; he is ashamed to go about without clothes." Shiryaev suddenly jumped up, and with all his might flung down his fat pocket-book in the middle of the table, so that a hunk of bread flew off a plate.
A little girl came up, the same who had been the first to meet them at the steps on their arrival the evening before. In a shrill voice she said 'Fedosya Nikolaevna is not quite well, she cannot come; she gave orders to ask you, will you please to pour out tea yourself, or should she send Dunyasha? 'I will pour out myself, myself, interposed Nikolai Petrovitch hurriedly.
Serafima Aleksandrovna gave a start. Fedosya's face made her anxious. "What is it, Fedosya?" she asked with great concern. "Is there anything wrong with Lelechka?" "No, madam," said Fedosya, as she gesticulated with her hands to reassure her mistress and to make her sit down. "Lelechka is asleep, may God be with her!
"It's not weather, but a curse laid upon us. It's raining again!" He grumbled on, while his family sat waiting at table for him to have finished washing his hands before beginning dinner. Fedosya Semyonovna, his wife, his son Pyotr, a student, his eldest daughter Varvara, and three small boys, had been sitting waiting a long time.
Why, here I now, while I'm young, I can do everything go and come and carry, and needn't ask any one for anything.... What can be better? 'And to me it's all the same whether I'm young or old. 'How do you mean it's all the same? It's not possible what you say. 'Well, judge for yourself, Fedosya Nikolaevna, what good is my youth to me. I live alone, a poor lonely creature ...
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