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Updated: June 3, 2025
"After all that has passed here, you are free," he says to Fedya, throwing back his head with dignity. "I won't meddle in your bringing up again. I wash my hands of it! I humbly apologise that as a father, from a sincere desire for your welfare, I have disturbed you and your mentors. At the same time, once for all I disclaim all responsibility for your future. . . ."
When Fedya had reached his sixteenth year, Ivan Petrovitch thought it his duty in good time to instil into him a contempt for the female sex; and the young Spartan, with timidity in his heart and the first down on his lip, full of sap and strength and young blood, already tried to seem indifferent, cold, and rude. Meanwhile time was passing.
Then Marya Dmitrievna heaved a sigh, and in her turn suggested to Gedeonovsky a walk in the garden. "I should like," she said, "to have a little more talk, and to consult you about our poor Fedya." Gedeonovsky bowed with a smirk, and with two fingers picked up his hat, on the brim of which his gloves had been tidily laid, and went away with Marya Dmitrievna.
He put his fresh little face out from under his rug, leaned on his little fist, and slowly lifted up his large soft eyes. The eyes of all the boys were raised to the sky, and they were not lowered quickly. 'Well, Vanya, began Fedya caressingly, 'is your sister Anyutka well? 'Yes, she is very well, replied Vanya with a slight lisp. 'You ask her, why doesn't she come to see us? 'I don't know.
'Well, Fedya, a dance! cried Radilov. Fedya jumped up and walked about the room with that artificial and peculiar motion which is affected by the man who plays the part of a goat with a tame bear. He sang meanwhile, 'While at our Gates....
But I fetched the water, though. 'Ah, God have mercy upon us! said the boys, crossing themselves. 'It was the water-spirit calling you, Pavel, said Fedya; 'we were just talking of Vasya. 'Ah, it's a bad omen, said Ilyusha, deliberately. 'Well, never mind, don't bother about it, Pavel declared stoutly, and he sat down again; 'no one can escape his fate. The boys were still.
One was crying and begging our pardon, the second looked like a wild beast and kept swearing, the third knelt down and began to pray. I said to Fedya: 'Don't bear them a grudge; let them go, the rascals! He fed them, gave them a bushel of flour each, and let them go: 'Get along with you, he said. So that's what he did.... The Kingdom of Heaven be his and everlasting peace!
Fedya wails and sobs more loudly than ever. Zhilin turns with dignity to the door and departs to his bedroom. When he wakes from his after-dinner nap he begins to feel the stings of conscience.
She dressed hastily, for some reason wrapped her shawl tightly around her head, and ran to Fedya Mazin, who, she knew, was sick and not working. She found him sitting at the window reading a book, and moving his right hand to and fro with his left, his thumb spread out. On learning the news he jumped up nervously, his lips trembled, and his face paled. "There you are!
"You'll see," Fedya assured them, "the whole factory will rise up after dinner." And he hurried away, followed by the quiet words of the mother: "Burning like a wax candle in the wind." She rose and went into the kitchen to dress. "Where are you going, mother?" "With you," she said. Andrey looked at Pavel pulling his mustache. Pavel arranged his hair with a quick gesture, and went to his mother.
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