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Updated: June 10, 2025
Boris's aunt noticed with displeasure that Paulina Karpovna was ogling her nephew. "No, I must confess I forgot." "Yes, impressions are quickly forgotten in the capital," she said in a languishing tone. She looked him up and down and then added, "What an admirable travelling suit." "That reminds me I am still in my travelling clothes.
In the next room, behind the door, stood Nastasya Karpovna, and she too was furtively wiping her eyes with her check pocket-handkerchief rolled up in a ball. Meanwhile, down-stairs, preference was going on merrily in the drawing-room; Marya Dmitrievna was winning, and was in high good-humour. A servant came in and announced that Panshin was below.
Vassilissa entered and announced Paulina Karpovna. "The evil one himself has brought her," grumbled Tatiana Markovna. "Show her in, and be quick with breakfast." One evening a thunderstorm was brewing. The black clouds lay entrenched beyond the Volga, and the air was as hot and moist as in a bath-house. Here and there over the fields and roads rose pillars of dust.
I need a housekeeper, a modest woman, who is no coquette, and has no taste for finery, who never glances at another man, and you are an example." Paulina Karpovna pretended not to hear, but fanned herself and attempted to draw Raisky into a conversation. "In our esteem," went on Niel Andreevich, pitilessly, "you are a model for our mothers and daughters.
'Viktor took it from Eleonora Karpovna; he said that it was with your leave, Susanna replied, also in a low voice. 'He said... he said... my leave... growled Ivan Demianitch. 'I'm on the spot myself, I fancy. Might be asked. And who's had that seventeen roubles? 'The upholsterer. 'Oh... the upholsterer. What's that for? 'His bill. 'His bill.
He received an elegant bow from Paulina Karpovna, an elaborately got-up person of forty-five in a low cut muslin gown, with a fine lace handkerchief and a fan, which she kept constantly in motion although there was no heat. "What a man you have grown! I should hardly have known you," said Tiet Nikonich, beaming with kindness and pleasure.
When we had the cholera, Prokofyi cured the shopkeepers with pepper-brandy and tar and took money for it, and as I read in the newspaper, he was flogged for libelling the doctors as he sat in his shop. His boy Nicolka died of cholera. Karpovna is still alive, and still loves and fears her Prokofyi. Whenever she sees me she sadly shakes her head and says with a sigh: "Poor thing. You are lost!"
When Tiet Nikonich and Paulina Karpovna took leave, the lady said that she had left orders with no one to fetch her, and that she hoped someone would accompany her, looking towards Raisky as she spoke. Tiet Nikonich expressed himself ready to see her home. "Egorka could have taken her," whispered Tatiana Markovna. "Why didn't she stay at home; she was not invited."
"So that you shall not forget my blessing," she went on, feeling in her pocket "You have given me two dresses, Grandmother, but who decorated my room so magnificently?" "Your fiance and Paulina Karpovna sent the things yesterday, and kept them out of your sight. Vassilissa and Pashutka hung the garlands up at daybreak. The dresses are part of your trousseau, and there are more to follow."
'Kolia, Olga, Sashka and Mashka! This one's eight, this one's seven, that one's four, and this one's only two! Ha! ha! ha! As you can see, my wife and I haven't wasted our time! Eh, Eleonora Karpovna? 'You always say things like that, observed Eleonora Karpovna and she turned away. 'And she's bestowed such Russian names on her squallers! Mr. Ratsch pursued.
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