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Updated: June 25, 2025
Now our benefactress won't even come out of her room, and won't allow any one to go to her, so long as that stubborn Grísha doesn't beg forgiveness. GAVRÍLOVNA. How contrarily everything happened! Grísha will keep up his character, too. Although he is a blockhead, he has some sense. Now he'll flop down on the hay and he'll lie there on his belly for four days.
VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. May my eyes burst if I did. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Well, I know you. You're never at rest in your own soul unless you're about to say something mean. GAVRÍLOVNA. Right away, mistress. She pours out two cups. POTÁPYCH hands them to MADAM ULANBÉKOV and to VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Pour Grísha a cup, too; he went with me to-day, and he's tired out.
I shall put in my preface: 'I think it my duty to express my gratitude to the President of the District Zemstvo of N , Kuznetsov, for his kind co-operation. There is a brilliant future before statistics! My humble respects to Vera Gavrilovna, and tell the doctors, both the lawyers and your secretary, that I shall never forget their help!
"I would not have worried you, my dear fellow, but really there is no one here but you I can appeal to. You know what people are like about here." "To be sure, to be sure, to be sure.... Yes." I thought that as we were going to have a serious, business consultation in which any one might take part, regardless of their position or personal relations, why should I not invite Natalya Gavrilovna.
"Well, what next!" he muttered helplessly. "Vera Gavrilovna, what's this for, I should like to know? My dear girl, are you . . . are you ill? Or has someone been nasty to you? Tell me, perhaps I could, so to say . . . help you. . . ." When, trying to console her, he ventured cautiously to remove her hands from her face, she smiled at him through her tears and said: "I . . . love you!"
POTÁPYCH. Why should I ... I, thanks to the lady's kindness, now in her employ ... I carry out all her orders ... but I don't know. GAVRÍLOVNA. Well, let's go home. She may have thought up something or other about even you and me. Where are those precious darlings of mine? I suppose they've forgotten about me! But, then, why should they remember me? Saints alive, it'll soon be daylight.
I shall have to see her back," thought Ognev, but looking at her profile he gave a friendly smile and said: "One doesn't want to go away in such lovely weather. It's quite a romantic evening, with the moon, the stillness, and all the etceteras. Do you know, Vera Gavrilovna, here I have lived twenty-nine years in the world and never had a romance.
VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. They don't give a fig for you, benefactress, not a fig. They aren't a little bit afraid of you! MADAM ULANBÉKOV. They're going to find out pretty quick whether I amount to anything. Enter POTÁPYCH and NÁDYA. GAVRÍLOVNA and LÍZA look through the door. The same, POTÁPYCH and NÁDYA MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Nadezhda!
Well, as for you, it goes without saying, you're a young gentleman, you ought to have some amusement; but you can't. GAVRÍLOVNA. Where do you want to go? Now, seeing that the mistress isn't at home, you ought to have a little fun with the young master. That's what young folks need. And what a clever girl she is, master! In talking, and in everything. NÁDYA. Come, what's the use!
I don't like to repeat the same thing ten times over. She goes out, GAVRÍLOVNA after her. Silence. GAVRÍLOVNA returns. GAVRÍLOVNA. She's gone to bed, and banged the door behind her. Antoshka! Post boy! Saddle the horse and ride to town for the doctor. Oh, you! Lord! What have I ever done to you? POTÁPYCH. What do I care? What do I care about you?
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