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Nekhludoff walked into the jury-room and took a seat near the window. Yes, it was Katiousha. The relations of Nekhludoff to Katiousha were the following: Nekhludoff first met Katiousha when he went to stay one summer out at the estate of his aunts in order that he might quietly prepare his thesis on the private ownership of land.
From this day on the relations between Nekhludoff and Katiousha were changed, and there were established between them those peculiar relations which are customary between two innocent young people who are attached to each other.
Sophia Ivanovna came into the ante-chamber, attired in a silk dress and cap. "How glad I am that you came!" said Sophia Ivanovna. We were to church, receiving the sacrament. She is very tired." "Pardon me, I have soiled you." "Go to your room. You are wet all through. Oh, what a mustache! Katiousha! Katiousha! Bring him some coffee quickly." "All right!" responded a familiar, pleasant voice.
She was soon installed in the house of a forester who was married, and who, like the commissary, began to pay court to her. His wife became aware of it, and when, on one occasion, she found them both in the room, she fell on Katiousha and began to beat her. The latter resented it, and the result was a scrimmage, after which she was driven out of the house, without being paid the wages due her.
Nekhludoff went forward. In the middle of the church stood the aristocracy; a country squire with his wife and son in a sailor blouse, the commissary of the rural police, a telegraph operator, a merchant in high boots, the local syndic with a medal on his breast, and to the right of the tribune, behind the squire's wife, Matriena Pavlovna, in a lilac-colored chatoyant dress and white shawl with colored border, and beside her was Katiousha in a white dress, gathered in folds at the waist, a blue belt, and a red bow in her black hair.
But here was a ditch overgrown with nettles, whose presence was unknown to Nekhludoff. He stumbled and fell, stinging and wetting his hands in the evening dew that was now falling, but, laughing, he straightened himself and ran into the open. Katiousha, her black eyes beaming with joy, ran toward him. They met and caught each others' hands.
Everything proceeded as usual the prisoners were counted over, the chains were examined and men were handcuffed in pairs. After six years of luxurious and pampered life in the city and two months in prison among the politicals, her present life, notwithstanding the hard conditions, seemed to Katiousha very satisfactory.
And he made that effort, calling on that God whom the other day he felt in his soul, and God immediately came to his aid. He resolved to tell her all. "Katiousha! I came to ask your forgiveness, but you have not answered me whether you have forgiven me, or ever will forgive me," he said suddenly. She was not listening to him, but looked now at his hand, now at the inspector.
I will not go abroad, and if I do go, it will be to an entirely different place." His face suddenly turned a purple color. "Yes, it is necessary to tell her," he thought. "I must tell all to everybody. "A very strange and important thing has happened to me. Do you remember Katiousha, who lived with Aunt Maria Ivanovna?" "Of course; I taught her to sew."
As to the Katiousha episode that the thought might occur to him of marrying her, she could not even think of without horror.
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