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Updated: May 8, 2025
Prince Stepan tranquilly partook of breakfast over his newspaper, and became absorbed in thought. Suddenly two children's voices roused him from his reverie. They were those of Grisha, his youngest boy, and Tania, his eldest daughter. The little girl, his favourite, ran in and laughingly and fondly embraced him. "What is mamma doing? Is she all right?" he asked of the girl.
Don't be angry with me, mamma. When I found out that you wanted to marry NÁDYA to him, I felt sorry for her. Líza! Go tell Nadezhda not to cry, that I have turned out NEGLIGÉNTOV. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. What's the matter with you? GRÍSHA. Let me go down-town; to-day's a holiday there. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. What do you want to go for? To stare at the drunkards? MADAM ULANBÉKOV. No, most certainly not!
There is no one in the dining-room but the players, and nurse, Agafya Ivanovna, is in the kitchen, showing the cook how to cut a pattern, while their elder brother, Vasya, a schoolboy in the fifth class, is lying on the sofa in the drawing-room, feeling bored. They are playing with zest. The greatest excitement is expressed on the face of Grisha.
Grisha replied: "This is your grave, but you will be with us and with our master." "And the grave?" asked Egorka. "We will fill it up again," replied Grisha. The boys began to fill up the grave. Egorka looked on in quiet astonishment as lumps of earth fell into the grave and the little mound kept on growing. The ground was smoothed down and the cross placed as before.
Just now when I began to talk about Grísha, you heard how she began to roar? You heard how she began to hiss? POTÁPYCH. What's that to me? I, by the mistress's kindness, in her employ....I shall carry out all her orders.... What business is it of mine? I don't want to know anything that isn't my business. VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. But did you see how Nádya and Líza the hussies! looked at me?
Then questions of the more remote future occurred to her: how she was to place her children in the world. "The girls are all right," she thought; "but the boys?" "It's very well that I'm teaching Grisha, but of course that's only because I am free myself now, I'm not with child. Stiva, of course, there's no counting on.
It's a serious step; you must think it over thoroughly, it's no use talking nonsense. Do you like him?" "What an idea, mistress!" cried Pelageya, abashed. "They say such things that . . . my goodness. . . ." "She should say she doesn't like him!" thought Grisha. "What an affected creature you are. . . . Do you like him?" "But he is old, mistress!"
These were the very arguments Darya Alexandrovna had used in her own reflections; but she heard them without understanding them. "How can one wrong creatures that don't exist?" she thought. And all at once the idea struck her: could it possibly, under any circumstances, have been better for her favorite Grisha if he had never existed?
This rather spoiled the general good humor. Grisha cried, declaring that Nikolinka had whistled too, and he was not punished, and that he wasn't crying for the tart he didn't care but at being unjustly treated. This was really too tragic, and Darya Alexandrovna made up her mind to persuade the English governess to forgive Grisha, and she went to speak to her.
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.
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