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Updated: June 17, 2025
I make bold to say, you know me, and will not ascribe my present action to any other lower motive. Addressing you for the last time, I cannot, for the sake of our old friendship, refrain from wishing you all good things possible on earth. I remain, sincerely, your obedient servant, Fyodor Kister.
I hardly ever talked to him.... He did excite my curiosity, certainly, but I imagined that a man who was worthy of being your friend... 'Don't, please, speak of him as my friend, Kister interposed. 'No, no, I don't want to separate you. 'Oh, my God, for you I'm ready to sacrifice more than a friend.... Everything is over between me and Mr. Lutchkov, Kister added hurriedly.
She did not consider it essential never to lose sight of her daughter, and to be constantly hobbling after her with a fat reticule in her hands, after the fashion of many mothers in the steppes. The stroll lasted rather a long while. Masha talked more with Kister, but did not dare to look either at him or at Lutchkov.
Lutchkov with him. It was not the first time Masha had mentioned him since the ball.... Kister did not speak. Masha glanced timorously over her interlaced fingers. 'May I tell you frankly what I think? Kister asked her. 'Oh, why not? of course. 'It seems to me that Lutchkov has made a great impression on you.
'No, do tell me, do tell me! 'Really, I don't know. 'Nonsense, come now! 'That... what's her name... Mashenka's all right; not bad-looking. 'There, you see... said Kister and he said no more. Five days later Lutchkov of his own accord suggested that they should call on the Perekatovs.
'Do tell me, please, Masha said to him, when, after galloping twenty times to the end of the room, they stood at last, the first couple, 'why isn't your friend dancing? 'Which friend? Masha pointed with the tip of her fan at Lutchkov. 'He never dances, answered Kister. 'Why did he come then? Kister was a little disconcerted. 'He wished to have the pleasure... Mashenka interrupted him.
Nenila Makarievna was sitting on the sofa; Lutchkov was sitting in an easy-chair, wearing his uniform, with his hat on his knees; Kister was near him. They both got up on Masha's entrance Kister with his usual friendly smile, Lutchkov with a solemn and constrained air. She bowed to them in confusion, and went up to her mother. The first ten minutes passed off favourably.
'Let us go for a walk, Fyodor Fedoritch, Masha said to Kister after dinner with that note of affectionate authority in her voice which is, as it were, conscious that you will gladly submit to it. 'I want to talk to you about something very, very important, she added with enchanting solemnity, as she put on her suede gloves. 'Are you coming with us, maman? 'No, answered Nenila Makarievna.
"And this time I have it on you. What I told you, what I foresaw, has happened. But have you any news of the sufferers? Apropos, rather a curious thing has happened. I met Kister on the Newsky just now." "The physician?" "Yes, one of Trebassof's physicians whom I had sent an inspector to his house to fetch to the datcha, as well as his usual associate, Doctor Litchkof.
She nodded her head to him as though to say 'you may.... Kister bent down and kissed the tips of her gloves. Meanwhile they drew near the already familiar copse. Masha became suddenly more thoughtful, and at last kept silent altogether. They came to the very place where Lutchkov had waited for her.
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