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Updated: May 8, 2025
"The most splendid fellow! You are all pure gold, you and Grisha and Sasha and Sonya. I worry you, torment you, disgrace you, rob you, and all my life I have not heard one word of reproach from you, you have never given me one cross look. It would be all very well if I had been a decent father to you but as it is! You have had nothing from me but harm.
Lay them straight. . . ." Anya sees that Andrey has let twenty-eight slip. At any other time she would have pointed it out to him, but now when her vanity lies in the saucer with the kopecks, she is triumphant. "Twenty-three!" Grisha goes on, "Semyon Semyonitch! Nine!" "A beetle, a beetle," cries Sonya, pointing to a beetle running across the table. "Aie!"
GRÍSHA. What's that to you? MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Answer me! Where have you been all this time? GRÍSHA. I've done wrong, ma'am. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. I'm not asking you whether you've done wrong or not; I'm asking you where you were! The idea! The same place as usual! MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Well, where's that? GRÍSHA. I just informed you that I was there all the time, ma'am.
Pelageya had not come back by the time Grisha went to bed. "The poor thing is crying somewhere in the dark!" he thought. "While the cabman is saying to her 'shut up!" Next morning the cook was in the kitchen again. The cabman came in for a minute. He thanked mamma, and glancing sternly at Pelageya, said: "Will you look after her, madam? Be a father and a mother to her.
If she had looked in the glass she would have been surprised at her flushed, laughing, and, at the same time, tear-stained face. She was vexed that she was not beside her gleeful boy, and that she could not for some reason shower kisses on him at once. For some reason! . . . Away with all your petty delicacies! "Grisha! Grisha!" Liza ran into Groholsky's bedroom and set to work to wake him.
Elisaveta came to Trirodov's house early in the day and remained there long. Trirodov showed her his colony. The quiet boy Grisha accompanied them, and looked with the blue reposefulness of his impassionate eyes into the blue flames of her rapturous ones, soothing the sultriness and passion of her agitation.
Kneeling down, with her hands over the mushrooms to guard them from Grisha, she was calling little Masha. "Come here, little ones! There are so many!" she was saying in her sweet, deep voice. Seeing Sergey Ivanovitch approaching, she did not get up and did not change her position, but everything told him that she felt his presence and was glad of it.
Andrey moves his eyes, his lips, and his fingers, and fancies that his ears are moving too. Everyone laughs. "He is a horrid man, that Filipp Filippitch," sighs Sonya. "He came into our nursery yesterday, and I had nothing on but my chemise . . . And I felt so improper!" "Game!" Grisha cries suddenly, snatching the money from the saucer. "I've got the game! You can look and see if you like."
"Poor thing, poor thing," thought Grisha, hearing the sobs of the cook. "Where have they taken her? Why don't papa and mamma protect her?" After the wedding there was singing and concertina-playing in the laundry till late evening. Mamma was cross all the evening because nurse smelt of vodka, and owing to the wedding there was no one to heat the samovar.
GAVRÍLOVNA. Yes, mistress. GRÍSHA. Why didn't you put more milk in it? Are you stingy, eh? GRÍSHA takes the cup and goes out through the door into the garden. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. I have thought of marrying NÁDYA to NEGLIGÉNTOV with a decent settlement, of course. You say that he leads a bad life; consequently we must hasten the wedding.
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