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"Why, the grasshopper is still alive!" said Petya in surprise. "I caught him yesterday morning, and he is still alive!" "Who taught you to pin them in this way?" "Olga Kirillovna." "Olga Kirillovna ought to be pinned down like that herself!" said Zaikin with repulsion. "Take them away! It's shameful to torture animals." "My God! How horribly he is being brought up!" he thought, as Petya went out.
With a faint rustle of her starched petticoats, she walked with tiny steps along the sandy path between two rows of erect, stiffly tied-up dahlias, when she was suddenly overtaken by our old acquaintance Kirillovna, who announced respectfully that a merchant desired to speak to her on important business. "A merchant?" said her mistress; "what does he want?"
Kirillovna answered calmly, "there is no need to. Why should you be worried! No, indeed!" "What is to be done then?" "If you will permit me, I will speak to him." Lizaveta Prohorovna raised her head. "Please do, Kirillovna. Talk to him. You tell him ... that I found it necessary ... but that I will compensate him ... say what you think best. Please, Kirillovna."
'Lizaveta Kirillovna, I brought out at last, 'what did you cry for? 'I don't know, she answered, after a short silence. She looked at me with her soft eyes still wet with tears her look struck me as changed, and she was silent again. 'You are very fond, I see, of nature, I pursued. That was not at all what I meant to say, and the last words my tongue scarcely faltered out to the end.
Dunyasha had spent about three years being trained in Moscow where she had picked up the peculiar airs and graces which distinguish maidservants who have been in Moscow or Petersburg. She was rather clever with her needle, too, yet with all this Lizaveta Prohorovna was not very warmly disposed toward her, thanks to the headmaid, Kirillovna, a sly and intriguing woman, no longer young.
"Who is going to get our dinner?" he asked. "They haven't cooked any dinner today, father. Mamma thought you were not coming today, and did not order any dinner. She is going to have dinner with Olga Kirillovna at the rehearsal." "Oh, thank you very much; and you, what have you to eat?" "I've had some milk. They bought me six kopecks' worth of milk. And, father, why do gnats suck blood?"
"Don't you worry yourself, madam," answered Kirillovna, and she went out, her shoes creaking. A quarter of an hour had not elapsed when their creaking was heard again and Kirillovna walked into the boudoir with the same unruffled expression on her face and the same sly shrewdness in her eyes. "Well?" asked her mistress, "how is Akim?" "He is all right, madam.
"Mother? She is gone with Olga Kirillovna to a rehearsal of the play. The day after tomorrow they will have a performance. And they will take me, too. . . . And will you go?" "H'm! . . . When is she coming back?" "She said she would be back in the evening." "And where is Natalya?"
Avdotya herself did not insist on seeing Lizaveta Prohorovna; she had come to her old home simply because she had nowhere else to go. Kirillovna ordered the samovar to be brought in. For a long while Avdotya refused to take tea, but yielded at last to the entreaties and persuasion of all the maids and after the first cup drank another four.
"Certainly," said Naum, and he got up and followed Kirillovna into the drawing-room. The door closed behind them.... When the door opened again and Naum walked out backwards, bowing, the matter was settled: Akim's inn belonged to him. He had bought it for 2800 paper roubles.
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