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Updated: May 31, 2025
"I will tell him about it to-day . . .", she used to decide, but at once reflected that in Laevsky's present mood it would hardly be convenient to talk to him of debts. Thirdly, she had on two occasions in Laevsky's absence received a visit from Kirilin, the police captain: once in the morning when Laevsky had gone to bathe, and another time at midnight when he was playing cards.
They all drank wine, and even gave Kostya and Katya half a glass each. Nadyezhda Fyodorovna drank one glass and then another, got a little drunk and forgot about Kirilin. "A splendid picnic, an enchanting evening," said Laevsky, growing lively with the wine. "But I should prefer a fine winter to all this. 'His beaver collar is silver with hoar-frost. "Every one to his taste," observed Von Koren.
"It's nothing, it's nothing," Samoylenko kept saying; "it does happen . . . it does happen. . . ." Chill with horror, trembling all over and dreading something awful, Nadyezhda Fyodorovna stood by the bedside and kept asking: "What is it? What is it? For God's sake, tell me." "Can Kirilin have written him something?" she thought.
The choristers sing, the babies cry, the corncrakes call, the lark carols. . . . Then they make a stand and sprinkle the herd with holy water. . . . They go on again, and then kneeling pray for rain. Then lunch and talk. . . . "And that's nice too . . ." thought the deacon. Kirilin and Atchmianov climbed up the mountain by the path.
"If you don't give me an interview to-day, I shall take measures, I assure you on my word of honour. You can't treat decent people like this; you must understand that." That was from Kirilin. Laevsky received two notes; he opened one and read: "Don't go away, my darling." "Who could have written that?" he thought. "Not Samoylenko, of course.
"I'm miserable," said Nadyezhda Fyodorovna beginning to cry, and to hide her tears she turned away. "I'm miserable too," said Kirilin, "but what of that?" Kirilin was silent for a space, then he said distinctly and emphatically: "I repeat, madam, that if you do not give me an interview this evening, I'll make a scandal this very evening."
Kirilin walked behind her with Nikodim Alexandritch, and kept humming in an undertone: "I don't al-low people to play with me! I don't al-low it." From the boulevard they went back to the pavilion and walked along the beach, and looked for a long time at the phosphorescence on the water. Von Koren began telling them why it looked phosphorescent.
"So that's it!" said Kirilin; he thought in silence for a few minutes and said: "Well, I'll wait till you are in a better humour, and meanwhile I venture to assure you I am a gentleman, and I don't allow any one to doubt it. Adieu!" He touched his cap again and walked off, making his way between the bushes. After a short interval Atchmianov approached hesitatingly.
She touched his cold hand and shuddered. "I beseech you. . . ." "Alas!" sighed Kirilin, "alas! it's not part of my plan to let you go; I only mean to give you a lesson and make you realise. And what's more, madam, I've too little faith in women." "I'm miserable. . . ."
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