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Updated: June 25, 2025
POTÁPYCH. No, Gavrílovna, not that ... don't say that!... Our lady is so ... such a kind mistress!... Here, we asked if we could go to the fair, and she said to go along.... But what they say about her ... that I don't know: it's not my business, and so I don't know anything about it. GAVRÍLOVNA. Why not let us go, Potápych? You and I are not youngsters; we shan't be spoiled!
LÍZA enters. LEONÍD. Give her a kiss from me. GAVRÍLOVNA. God give you health, master, for taking our part. Any wretch can insult us; but there's no one to take our part. You'll get a rich reward for that in the next world. VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA and POTÁPYCH VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Why don't you insult me? They all insult me, why don't you?
GAVRÍLOVNA fills them and gives them back. GRÍSHA comes in from the garden, gives GAVRÍLOVNA a push, and makes a sign with his head that she is to pour him another cup. GAVRÍLOVNA does so. Forgive me for daring to speak to you now; but, because of your attitude towards me, I expected quite a different favor from you.
I mourn now the sins of others. GAVRÍLOVNA. It would be better for you not to bother with other people's sins. Now you're getting ready to die, yet you talk about the sins of others. Aren't you afraid? VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Afraid of what? Why should I be afraid? GAVRÍLOVNA. Of that little black man with the hook. He's waiting for you now, I guess.
She always sat in the drawing-room reading. Whenever I passed by her, she would say, knowing the reason for my brooding: "What can you expect, Pasha? I told you how it would be before. You can judge from our servants." My wife, Natalya Gavrilovna, lived on the lower storey, all the rooms of which she occupied.
POTÁPYCH. Now, if you ask me ... what can I answer to that? How can I answer you? GAVRÍLOVNA. Well, how? POTÁPYCH. Just this: I don't know anything about it, because it isn't my business ... it's the mistress's business. GAVRÍLOVNA. Bah, you old idiot! You've lost your wits in your old age.
Soon I shall die, soon; my soul feels its fast approaching end! Raising her eyes heavenward Shelter me from men, O lid of my coffin! Take me to thee, moist earth! Then you'll be happy; then you'll be joyful! POTÁPYCH. We? What's it to us?.... Tend to your own business. GAVRÍLOVNA. While God is patient with your sins. VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. For my sins I have already been tortured here.
"Tres faciunt collegium," I said gaily. "What if we were to ask Natalya Gavrilovna? What do you think? Fenya," I said, turning to the maid, "ask Natalya Gavrilovna to come upstairs to us, if possible at once. Tell her it's a very important matter." A little later Natalya Gavrilovna came in. I got up to meet her and said: "Excuse us for troubling you, Natalie.
POTÁPYCH. Somebody ought to take Uncle Gerasim's club and dress him down from top to toe. VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. Now, our dear master, wouldn't you like to go present your compliments to him, in order that he might hurry up and ask your mamma's forgiveness? But see here, Gavrílovna, is mamma actually very angry? GAVRÍLOVNA. So angry, sir, that it's terrible! LEONÍD. Well, what's to be done now!
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