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Ovsyanikov drank cup after cup with gravity and deliberation. 'Mitya has been to see us to-day, said Tatyana Ilyinitchna in a low voice. Ovsyanikov frowned. 'What does he want? 'He came to ask forgiveness. Ovsyanikov shook his head. 'Come, tell me, he went on, turning to me, 'what is one to do with relations?
But he luckily knows how to turn it off he makes them laugh; but they will boil his kettle for him some day.... But, there, isn't he sitting in your little room? he added, turning to his wife; 'I know you, you see; you're so soft-hearted you will always take his part. Tatyana Ilyinitchna dropped her eyes, smiled, and blushed. 'Well, I see it is so, continued Ovsyanikov. 'Fie! you spoil the boy!
Masha will fill the part of both my aunts, except for their sorrow; and there will even be Gasha there to take the place of Prashovya Ilyinitchna. The only thing lacking will be some one to take the part you played in the life of our family. We shall never find such a noble and loving heart as yours. There is no one to succeed you.
Tatyana Ilyinitchna went out after him. 'Give him some tea, you soft-hearted creature, cried Ovsyanikov after her. 'He's not a stupid fellow, he continued, 'and he's a good heart, but I feel afraid for him.... But pardon me for having so long kept you occupied with such details. The door from the hall opened. A short grizzled little man came in, in a velvet coat.
'Every one is good with you.... But did you send him? ... pursued Ovsyanikov, turning to his wife; 'come; you know? Tatyana Ilyinitchna nodded. 'Where have you been lately? the old man began again. 'I have been in the town.
Well, tell him to come in.... So be it, then; for the sake of our good guest I will forgive the silly fellow.... Come, tell him, tell him. Tatyana Ilyinitchna went to the door, and cried 'Mitya! Mitya, a young man of twenty-eight, tall, well-made, and curly-headed, came into the room, and seeing me, stopped short in the doorway.
'Well, you see, continued Ovsyanikov in a calm voice as he got up from the ground, 'I told you so. He had found a wife to match him. Tatyana Ilyinitchna Ovsyanikov was a tall woman, dignified and taciturn, always dressed in a cinnamon-coloured silk dress.
'We had better have some tea.... We are common peasants and nothing more; but when we come to think of it, what else could we be? He ceased talking. Tea was served. Tatyana Ilyinitchna rose from her place and sat down rather nearer to us. In the course of the evening she several times went noiselessly out and as quietly returned. Silence reigned in the room.
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