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Updated: May 20, 2025
But that there was a portion of truth in it was evident, from the fact that the prince always avoided conversation about Nadyezhda Lvovna. I knew that soon after her father's death Nadyezhda Lvovna had married one Kandurin, a bachelor of law, not wealthy, but adroit, who had come on a visit to the neighbourhood.
"I don't like to break the long-established rules," said Madame Kandurin. "Shooting has been forbidden on our estate for the last six years. No!" she shook her head resolutely. "Excuse me, I must refuse you. If I allow you I must allow others. I don't like unfairness. Either let all or no one." "I am sorry!" I sighed. "It's all the sadder because we have come more than ten miles.
Madame Kandurin would have turned facing me, and had already moved through a quarter of the angle, when she suddenly hid her face behind the hangings, as though she felt tears in her eyes that she wanted to conceal. "Good-bye. . . . Forgive me . . ." she said softly. I bowed to her back, and strode away across the bright yellow floors, no longer keeping to the carpet.
"And so, Nadyezhda Lvovna," I sighed, moving away from the window, "you will not permit . . ." Madame Kandurin was silent. "I have the honour to take my leave," I said, "and I beg you to forgive my disturbing you. . ."
We got into our chaise and, followed by Grontovsky's smiles, drove along the edge of the forest to the manor house. I was not acquainted with Nadyezhda Lvovna Kandurin, née Shabelsky. I had never seen her at close quarters, and knew her only by hearsay. I knew that she was incredibly wealthy, richer than anyone else in the province.
Madame Kandurin's idea did her credit, but I could not resist saying: "If one takes that line one ought to go barefoot. Boots are made out of the leather of slaughtered animals." "One must distinguish between a necessity and a caprice," Madame Kandurin answered in a toneless voice. She had by now recognized the prince, and did not take her eyes off his figure.
Near the gate, with his back to the house, the prince was standing with his legs apart, talking to the lanky Grontovsky. Madame Kandurin had been standing all the time at the other window. She looked from time to time towards the shrubbery, and from the moment I mentioned the prince's name she did not turn away from the window.
I am not alone," I added, "Prince Sergey Ivanitch is with me." I uttered the prince's name with no arrière pensée, not prompted by any special motive or aim; I simply blurted it out without thinking, in the simplicity of my heart. Hearing the familiar name Madame Kandurin started, and bent a prolonged gaze upon me. I noticed her nose turn pale.
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