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Doulebova said bitingly: "Well, I don't think he laughs very often. He ought to be to your taste." "To my taste!" exclaimed Poterina with a flushed face. "What are you saying, Zinaida Grigorievna! As the old saying goes: 'The Tsar's servant has been bent into a harness arch!"
Shabalov cried out: "Open the gate! You devils, demons, sinners!" Madame Doulebova tried to soothe Shabalov, who justified himself: "Forgive me, Zinaida Grigorievna. It is most annoying. If I had come myself I shouldn't have minded waiting, though even then it would have been discourteous being, after all, an official.
He accepted bribes, beat his pupils, drank considerably and he always got off easily. Zinaida Grigorievna Doulebova examined the graduating classes in French and English. These studies were optional. Inspector Poterin's wife gave instruction in French. She had not yet fully mastered the Berlitz method, and looked at the Doulebovs cringingly.
"We are sure to get something there," replied Zherbenev confidently. The visitors were all confident that they were being awaited. Zinaida Grigorievna said: "The most interesting part of it will be hidden of course." "Yes, but we'll investigate." It was a fresh, early morning. The road went through the wood. They had now driven for a long time.
They carried on their indecent, half-tipsy conversations in the midst of nature's loveliness. They looked like a lot of picnickers. Zinaida Grigorievna and Kerbakh, who were in one carriage, were engaged in a malicious conversation. They tore their acquaintances to shreds. She began with Poterin's gloves.
Doulebova sat at the head of the table, between the Vice-Governor and Zherbenev; Doulebov sat next to the Vice-Governor. A pie was brought in; then tea. Zinaida Grigorievna abused the instructors' wives and the instructresses. She loved gossip indeed, who does not? The instructors' wives gossiped to her.
She was confirmed in her suggestion by the cringing, dry-looking instructress of German. Zinaida Grigorievna turned towards Poterina in order to show favour to her hostess by her conversation, and asked her with an amused smile: "How do you like our celebrated Decadent?" The instructress tried to understand. An expression of fear showed on her flat, dull face.
No one had ever seen him drunk, and as a visitor he either did not drink at all or limited himself to a glass of Madeira. He was always accompanied by his wife. It was said that she managed all his affairs, and that Doulebov obeyed her implicitly in everything. The wife of the Headmaster, Zinaida Grigorievna, was a plump, energetic, and shrewish woman. Her short hair was beginning to get grey.
Yet when my coachman, Andrusha, asked me for directions I could not get a word out I just stood staring at him like a fool, until I thought he must think me mad. Oh, Anna Grigorievna, if you but knew how upset I am!" "What a strange affair!" commented the hostess. "What on earth can the man have meant by 'dead souls'? I confess that the words pass my understanding.
He occupied himself with attentions to Zinaida Grigorievna Doulebova, to whom he showed various services with an unexpected and rather vulgar amiableness. The instructor-inspector, Mikhail Prokopievitch Poterin, conducted himself like a lackey. It was even evident at times that he trembled before the Doulebovs. What reason had he to be afraid? He was a great patriot a member of the Black Hundred.
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