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Updated: May 24, 2025
He tore open the envelope, and, seeing a letter from Selenin with some official document, he felt the blood mounting to his cheeks, and his heart grow weak. This document was the decision concerning Katiousha's trial. What was it? Was it possible that it contained a refusal? Nekhludoff hastily ran over the letter, written in small, hardly legible, broken handwriting, and breathed freely.
Before breakfast he made his way to the hut of Matrena Kharina, Katiousha's aunt, who was selling liquor surreptitiously, for information about the child, but all he could learn from her was that the child had died on the way to a Moskow asylum; in proof of which the midwife had brought a certificate. On his way back he entered the huts of some peasants, and inquired about their mode of living.
Katiousha's life, the sanies running from the nostrils, the eyes that came out of their sockets, and his conduct toward her all seemed to him to belong to the same order, and he was surrounded and swallowed up by these things.
With some effort he overcame his shyness, and remembering how people generally act in such a case, he put his arm about Katiousha's waist. She stopped and looked in his eyes. "Don't, Ivanovich, don't," she said, blushing until her eyes filled with tears. Then with her rough, strong hands she removed his arm.
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