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Updated: May 13, 2025
Lobnitchenko, taking a secretary and everything necessary, with a sigh scratched himself behind the ear, and thrusting aside the thought of the delightful evening at cards that awaited him, set out to go to the sick man. General Iuri Pavlovitch Nasimoff was far gone.
Iuri Pavlovitch remembered that he ought to destroy some old letters and papers. There were some to be put in order. There, in the box, there is a packet addressed to your excellency. I was told to write the address." "Indeed! Could I not see it?" "Oh no, on no account. They are all locked up in the box along with the last will. And the general has the keys."
That gesture of displeasure at the sight of his wife was the last conscious act of Iuri Pavlovitch Nazimoff. At eight in the morning he lost consciousness, in the midst of violent suffering, which lasted until the end. By the early afternoon he was no more. During the last hour of his agony his wife knelt beside his couch without let or hindrance, and wept inconsolably.
Before the last illness of Iuri Pavlovitch, which, to tell the truth, was almost his first, Olga Vseslavovna had gone abroad with her daughter, intending to travel for a year; but she had hardly been gone two months when the general unexpectedly determined to go to St. Petersburg to seek a divorce, to see his elder daughter, and change his will.
When they began, Iuri Pavlovitch sent at once for the lawyer. He was still here when you arrived." "Yes. And the old will, which he made before, has been destroyed?" "I do not know for certain. But I think not. Oh, no, I forgot. The general was going to send a telegram." "Yes? to send a telegram?"
Iuri Pavlovitch remembered that he ought to destroy some old letters and papers. There were some to be put in order. There, in the box, there is a packet addressed to your excellency. I was told to write the address." "Indeed! Could I not see it?" "Oh no, on no account. They are all locked up in the box along with the last will. And the general has the keys."
Let me go, or I shall be smothered in this stench, under this intolerable burden!" Suddenly Iuri Pavlovitch walked past her. She immediately recognized him, and joyfully caught at his cloak. "Iuri! Forgive me! Help me!" she cried. Her husband stopped, looked sadly at her, and answered: "I would gladly help you, but you yourself hinder me. Let me go; I must fulfill your directions."
Before the last illness of Iuri Pavlovitch, which, to tell the truth, was almost his first, Olga Vseslavovna had gone abroad with her daughter, intending to travel for a year; but she had hardly been gone two months when the general unexpectedly determined to go to St. Petersburg to seek a divorce, to see his elder daughter, and change his will.
Lobnitchenko, taking a secretary and everything necessary, with a sigh scratched himself behind the ear, and thrusting aside the thought of the delightful evening at cards that awaited him, set out to go to the sick man. General Iuri Pavlovitch Nasimoff was far gone.
"Very a very bad sign. When they began, Iuri Paylovitch sent at once for the lawyer. He was still here when you arrived." "Yes. And the old will, which he made before, has been destroyed?" "I do not know for certain. But I think not. Oh, no, I forgot. The general was going to send a telegram." "Yes? to send a telegram?"
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