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Updated: May 11, 2025
"I have already introduced myself to Lizaveta Mikhailovna," interrupted Lavretsky. "Monsieur Panshine Sergius Petrovich Gedeonovsky. But do sit down. I look at you, and, really, I can scarcely trust my eyes. But tell me about your health; is it good?" "I am quite well, as you can see. "When I think what a number of years it is since we last saw one another," musingly said Maria Dmitrievna.
"And now, my good sir, you may attack any one you like, even me if you choose; I'm going. I will not hinder you." And Marfa Timofyevna walked away. "That's always how she is," said Marya Dmitrievna, following her aunt with her eyes. "We must remember your aunt's age...there's no help for it," replied Gedeonovsky. "She spoke of a man not playing the hypocrite. But who is not hypocritical nowadays?
Every one got up and went out on to the terrace, except Gedeonovsky, who quietly took his departure. During the whole of Lavretsky's conversation with Marya Dmitrievna, Panshin, and Marfa Timofyevna, he sat in a corner, blinking attentively, with an open mouth of childish curiosity; now he was in haste to spread the news of the new arrival through the town.
Marya Dmitrievna with a faint smile held out her plump hand to him with the little finger held apart from the rest. He pressed his lips to it, and she drew her chair nearer to him, and bending a little towards him, asked in an undertone "So you saw him? Was he really all right quite well and cheerful?" "Yes, he was well and cheerful," replied Gedeonovsky in a whisper.
In the very middle of the waltz she suddenly passed into a pathetic motive, and finished up with an air from "Lucia" Fra poco... She reflected that lively music was not in keeping with her position. The air from "Lucia," with emphasis on the sentimental passages, moved Marya Dmitrievna greatly. "What soul!" she observed in an undertone to Gedeonovsky.
Fortunately for her, Gedeonovsky began to talk to Varvara and diverted her attention. Liza bent over her frame and watched her without being observed. "That woman," she thought, "was once loved by him." But then she immediately drove out of her mind even so much as the idea of Lavretsky. She felt her head gradually beginning to swim, and she was afraid of losing command over herself.
Madame Kalitin sat down to a game of cards with Marfa Timofyevna, Madame Byelenitsin, and Gedeonovsky, who played very slowly, and constantly made mistakes, frowning and wiping his face with his handkerchief.
"Are you sure you are not romancing, my good man?" "No, indeed, I saw him myself." "Well, that does not prove it." "Fedor Ivanitch looked much more robust," continued Gedeonovsky, affecting not to have heard Marfa Timofyevna's last remark. "Fedor Ivanitch is broader and has quite a colour." "He looked more robust," said Marya Dmitrievna, dwelling on each syllable.
"You don't happen to know if he left any music behind?" "I don't know, but I should scarcely think so." A general silence ensued, and each one of the party looked at the others. A shade of sadness swept over all the youthful faces. "But Matros is alive," suddenly cried Lenochka. "And Gedeonovsky is alive," added her brother. The name of Gedeonovsky at once called forth a merry laugh.
Marfa Timofeevna flushed, and with her cap-strings untied, began to complain to him of her partner Gedeonovsky, who, according to her, had not yet learnt his steps. "Card-playing," she said, "is evidently a very different thing from gossiping." Meanwhile Gedeonovsky never left off blinking and mopping himself with his handkerchief.
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