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"Only there is this to be said," went on Kupfer: "I noticed a great change in her of late: she became so depressed, she would remain silent for hours at a time; you couldn't get a word out of her. I once asked her: 'Has any one offended you, Katerína Semyónovna? Because I knew her disposition: she could not endure an insult. She held her peace, and that was the end of it!
'I'm not well, repeated Aratov, and, disengaging himself from Kupfer's detaining hands, he started homewards. Only at that instant it became clear to him that he had come to Kupfer with the sole object of talking of Clara... 'Unhappy Clara, poor frantic Clara.... On reaching home, however, he quickly regained his composure to a certain degree.
He was admitted ... with perplexity and alarm still he was admitted. The house of the widow Milovidov turned out to be exactly as Kupfer had described it; and the widow herself really was like one of the tradesmen's wives in Ostrovsky, though the widow of an official; her husband had held his post under government.
The last line, "And how I suffer...." she almost whispered, sadly prolonging the final word. This romance produced a slighter impression on the audience than Glinka's; but there was a great deal of applause.... Kupfer, in particular, distinguished himself: he brought his hands together in a peculiar manner, in the form of a cask, when he clapped, thereby producing a remarkably sonorous noise.
'You have been to Kazan; what for? 'Oh, I wanted to collect some facts about that ... Clara Militch. 'The one that poisoned herself? 'Yes. Kupfer shook his head. 'Well, you are a chap! And so quiet about it! Toiled a thousand miles out there and back ... for what? Eh? If there'd been some woman in the case now! Then I can understand anything! anything! any madness! Kupfer ruffled up his hair.
Then I could understand everything! every sort of folly!" Kupfer ruffled up his hair. "But for the sake of collecting materials, as you learned men put it.... No, I thank you! That's what the committee of statistics exists for! Well, and what about it didst thou make acquaintance with the old woman and with her sister? She's a splendid girl, isn't she?" "Splendid," assented Arátoff.
The widow Milovídoff's house proved to be in fact just as Kupfer had described it; and the widow herself really did resemble one of Ostróvsky's women of the merchant class, although she was of official rank; her husband had been a Collegiate Assessor.
Kupfer, from whose face it was impossible to discern that he had grieved so greatly over Clara, began his tale.
Fortunately, Kupfer did not present himself at all, any more than if he had not been in Moscow. Not long before the "affair" Arátoff had begun to busy himself with painting for photographic ends; he devoted himself to this with redoubled zeal.
The audience set to applauding and recalling her in desperate fashion.... One theological student, a Little Russian, among others, bellowed so loudly: "Muíluitch! Muíluitch!" that his neighbour politely and sympathetically begged him to "spare himself, as a future proto-deacon!" But Arátoff immediately rose and betook himself to the entrance. Kupfer overtook him....
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