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Updated: June 18, 2025
"What the devil have I to do with your gratitude? I am not here for that, but on Koslov's account." "God be with you and your manners, Mark Ivanovich!" replied Raisky. "In any case, you have done a good deed." "More praise. You can be as sentimental as you like for all I care...." "I will take Leonti home with me," resumed Raisky.
An incessant cackle came from that direction. "Enfin! Why do you estrange yourself? Have we offended you in any way?" With these words, presupposing an intimacy between her and Nekhludoff, which never existed, Anna Ignatievna greeted him. "Are you acquainted? Madam Beliavskaia Michael Ivanovich Chernoff. Take a seat here."
"She was beginning to recover, and I too felt happier, so long as our distress was concealed." Tushin started as if he had been shot. "Ivan Ivanovich," continued Tatiana Markovna, "there is all sorts of gossip in the town. Borushka and I in a moment of anger tore the mask from that hypocrite Tychkov you have no doubt heard the story.
Tears stifled her voice, and it was with difficulty that Tushin held back his own tears; he stooped and kissed her hand once more. "Thanks, a thousand thanks, Vera Vassilievna. I see that an affection for another has no power to lessen your friendship for me, and that is a wonderful consolation." "Ivan Ivanovich, if I could only cut this year out of my life."
"Here's what, Sergei Ivanovich, I'm a sick woman...Understand? sick in a bad way...With the most nasty disease...Do you know which?" "Go on!" said Platonov, nodding his head. "And I've been that way for a long time...more than a month...a month and a half, maybe...Yes, more than a month, because I found out about this on the Trinity..." Platonov quickly rubbed his forehead with his hand.
It was a poetic and attractive household, and the light of it, the beauty of Madame Ivanovich and her two daughters, and the serenity which fell on me when I entered it, remain in my memory as the sunny oasis in the life of that period.
She is very nice and kind and, above all, she's much to be pitied. She has no one, no one. To tell the truth, I don't need her, and she's even in my way. You know I always was a savage, and now am even more so. I like being alone.... Father likes her very much. She and Michael Ivanovich are the two people to whom he is always gentle and kind, because he has been a benefactor to them both.
She opened her eyes very wide; and, not taking them from her father's face, remained hesitating and motionless. "Well I suppose you must feed him," said Michael Ivanovich, and frowned with the obvious effort. She got up, and suddenly the wild idea seized her to show him whom she loved so deeply the thing she now loved best of all in the world. But first she looked at her father's face.
"Cousin Boris did not do it on purpose, Granny," said Marfinka. "Leonti Ivanovich is so good." "Please be silent when you are not addressed. You are too young to contradict your Grandmother, who knows what she is saying." Smilingly Marfinka drew back into her corner. "No doubt Juliana Andreevna was able to entertain you better, and knows better than I how to entertain a Petersburger.
"Death is coming to me slowly, reluctantly," said Yegor without moving and without opening his eyes. "He seems to be a little sorry for me. I was such a fine, sociable chap." "You'd better keep quiet, Yegor Ivanovich!" the mother bade, quietly stroking his hand. "Wait, granny, I'll be silent soon."
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