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Updated: May 9, 2025
I'm nearly ten years older than you are, and yet which of us is the younger? Ariadne Grigoryevna, which?" "You, of course," Ariadne answered him. And when he was bored with our silence and the attention with which we stared at our floats he went home, and she said, looking at me angrily: "You're really not a man, but a mush, God forgive me!
His words made me feel uncomfortable, and with some embarrassment I told him how I looked at love and women. "I don't know," he sighed; "to my thinking, a woman's a woman and a man's a man. Ariadne Grigoryevna may be poetical and exalted, as you say, but it doesn't follow that she must be superior to the laws of nature.
I don't understand it." She heard steps and voices. The visitors had come back. "Let them come," thought Olga Mihalovna; "I shall lie a little longer." But a maid-servant came and said: "Marya Grigoryevna is going, madam." Olga Mihalovna jumped up, tidied her hair and hurried out of the room.
Abramka followed in silence. He stepped softly on tiptoe, as if afraid of waking some one. "Sit down, Abramka, listen but give me your word of honour, you won't tell any one?" Tatyana Grigoryevna began, reddening a bit. She was ashamed to have to let the tailor Abramka into her secret, but since there was no getting around it, she quieted herself and in an instant had regained her ease.
The matchmaker drained her glass without winking. Stytchkin looked her over from head to foot in silence, then said: "Fifty roubles. . . . Why, that is six hundred roubles a year. . . . Please take some more. . . With such dividends, you know, Lyubov Grigoryevna, you would have no difficulty in making a match for yourself. . . ." "For myself," laughed the matchmaker, "I am an old woman."
She scolded them a bit and returned to her former place on the couch. Her every movement betrayed great excitement. Tatyana Grigoryevna Zarubkin was one of the most looked-up to ladies of the S Regiment and even of the whole town of Chmyrsk, where the regiment was quartered. To be sure, you hardly could say that, outside the regiment, the town could boast any ladies at all.
Apart from that, Lyubov Grigoryevna, a married man has always more weight in society than a bachelor. . . . I am a man of the educated class, with money, but if you look at me from a point of view, what am I? A man with no kith and kin, no better than some Polish priest.
At last, late one evening, he stood still, facing Anna, and said: "You ought to get yourself a ball dress. Do you understand? Only please consult Marya Grigoryevna and Natalya Kuzminishna." And he gave her a hundred roubles.
He wrote that Ariadne Grigoryevna had on such a day gone abroad, intending to spend the whole winter away. A month later I returned home. It was by now autumn. Every week Ariadne sent my father extremely interesting letters on scented paper, written in an excellent literary style. It is my opinion that every woman can be a writer.
I have, Lyubov Grigoryevna, reached the age of fifty-two; that is a period of life at which very many have already grown-up children. My position is a secure one. Though my fortune is not large, yet I am in a position to support a beloved being and children at my side.
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