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Updated: May 16, 2025
Fenitchka's eyes were dry, and her terror had passed away, so great was her amazement. But what were her feelings when Pavel Petrovitch, Pavel Petrovitch himself, put her hand to his lips and seemed to pierce into it without kissing it, and only heaving convulsive sighs from time to time.... 'Goodness, she thought, 'isn't it some attack coming on him?...
Leaving Nikolai Petrovitch in his study, he walked along the corridor, which separated the front part of the house from the back; when he had reached a low door, he stopped in hesitation, then pulling his moustaches, he knocked at it. 'Who's there? Come in, sounded Fenitchka's voice. 'It's I, said Pavel Petrovitch, and he opened the door.
Pavel Petrovitch exchanged kisses with every one, of course not excluding Mitya; in Fenitchka's case, he kissed also her hand, which she had not yet learned to offer properly, and drinking off the glass which had been filled again, he said with a deep sigh, 'May you be happy, my friends! Farewell! This English finale passed unnoticed; but all were touched.
Fenitchka's conscience scarcely reproached her; but she was tormented at times by the thought of the real cause of the quarrel; and Pavel Petrovitch too looked at her so strangely ... that even when her back was turned, she felt his eyes upon her. She grew thinner from constant inward agitation, and, as is always the way, became still more charming.
Very charming was the expression of her eyes when she peeped, as it were, from under her lids, and smiled tenderly and a little foolishly. Nikolai Petrovitch had made Fenitchka's acquaintance in the following manner. He had once happened three years before to stay a night at an inn in a remote district town.
'I'm here, he answered; 'I'm coming, run along. 'There it is, the traces of the slave owner, flashed through his mind. Fenitchka peeped into the arbour at him without speaking, and disappeared; while he noticed with astonishment that the night had come on while he had been dreaming. Everything around was dark and hushed. Fenitchka's face had glimmered so pale and slight before him.
'Will he come to me? asked Arkady, who, after standing in the distance for some time, had gone up to the arbour. He tried to entice Mitya to come to him, but Mitya threw his head back and screamed, to Fenitchka's great confusion. 'Another day, when he's had time to get used to me, said Arkady indulgently, and the two friends walked away. 'What's her name? asked Bazarov.
'We ought to have done it before.... How are you, fatty? he said, suddenly brightening, and going up to the baby, he kissed him on the cheek; then he bent a little and pressed his lips to Fenitchka's hand, which lay white as milk upon Mitya's little red smock. 'Nikolai Petrovitch! what are you doing? she whispered, dropping her eyes, then slowly raising them.
A week before in the small parish church two weddings had taken place quietly, and almost without witnesses Arkady and Katya's, and Nikolai Petrovitch and Fenitchka's; and on this day Nikolai Petrovitch was giving a farewell dinner to his brother, who was going away to Moscow on business.
He did not try to make his thought clear to himself; but he felt that he longed to keep that blissful time by something stronger than memory; he longed to feel his Marya near him again to have the sense of her warmth and breathing, and already he could fancy that over him.... 'Nikolai Petrovitch, came the sound of Fenitchka's voice close by him; 'where are you? He started.
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