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Updated: June 3, 2025
Women, you know, are foolish folk. A quarter of an hour later Fedya conducted me with a lantern to the barn. I threw myself down on the fragrant hay; my dog curled himself up at my feet; Fedya wished me good-night; the door creaked and slammed to. For rather a long time I could not get to sleep.
At first she sat a long, long while, and saw no one and heard nothing ... only it seemed as if some dog kept whining and whining like this somewhere.... Suddenly she looks up: a boy comes along the road with only a shirt on. She looked at him. It was Ivashka Fedosyev. 'He who died in the spring? put in Fedya. 'Yes, he. He came along and never lifted up his head. But Ulyana knew him.
Leaflets appeared in the factory explaining the significance of this holiday, and even the young men not affected by the propaganda said, as they read them: "Yes, we must arrange a holiday!" Vyesovshchikov exclaimed with a sullen grin: "It's time! Time we stopped playing hide and seek!" Fedya Mazin was in high spirits. He had grown very thin.
"I think you can. She is at home, up-stairs," replied Marya Dmitrievna; "inquire for her." Lavretsky went up-stairs. He found Marfa Timofyevna also at cards; she was playing old maid with Nastasya Karpovna. Roska barked at him; but both the old ladies welcomed him cordially. Marfa Timofyevna especially seemed in excellent spirits. "Ah! Fedya!" she began, "pray sit down, my dear.
It was necessary to make arrangements for the management of the property. Fedya, according to Glafira's letter, had reached his twelfth year, and the time had come to set about his education in earnest. Ivan Petrovitch returned to Russia an Anglomaniac.
On the benches back of her the mother felt there was animation; the people began to whisper to one another about something and stirred, sighing as if freeing themselves from the cobweb spun about them by the gray words of the porcelain-faced man. "Do you hear how they speak?" whispered Sizov. "Yes." "Fedor Mazin, answer!" "I don't want to!" said Fedya clearly, jumping to his feet.
But later on, he was softened by hearing of the birth of a grandson, and he gave orders secretly that inquiries should be made about the health of the mother, and sent her a little money, also as though it did not come from him. Fedya was not a year old before Anna Pavlovna fell ill with a fatal complaint.
I'll marry you, depend on it.... And you, your honour, don't be vexed with him; you see, he's only a baby; he's not had time to get much sense. Fedya shook his head. 'Is Hor at home? sounded a well-known voice; and Kalinitch came into the cottage with a bunch of wild strawberries in his hands, which he had gathered for his friend Hor. The old man gave him a warm welcome.
"Anfissa Ivanovna sees that I am speaking the truth. Why, do you think I ought to be pleased with the boy? Do you know what he costs me? Do you know, you nasty boy, what you cost me? Or do you imagine that I coin money, that I get it for nothing? Don't howl! Hold your tongue! Do you hear what I say? Do you want me to whip you, you young ruffian?" Fedya wails aloud and begins to sob.
'There ought to be russalkas here too, I suppose, observed Fedya. 'No, answered Kostya, 'this is a holy open place. There's one thing, though: the river's near. All were silent.
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