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Updated: June 29, 2025
He stood still in hesitation at the door, asking himself the strange question: "Must he tell her who killed Lizaveta?" It was a strange question because he felt at the very time not only that he could not help telling her, but also that he could not put off the telling.
Lizaveta Prohorovna could sell our inn if she liked, but why should he rob us.... Get your money back." "There's no claiming the money back from him," Akim replied grimly, "we have settled our accounts." Avdotya was amazed. "How is that?" "Why, like this. Do you know," Akim went on and his eyes gleamed, "do you know where I spent the night? You don't know?
"Take a good look." As soon as he had said this again, the same familiar sensation froze his heart. He looked at her and all at once seemed to see in her face the face of Lizaveta.
The innkeeper at that time was not Naum Ivanov, but a certain Akim Semyonitch, a serf belonging to a neighbouring lady, Lizaveta Prohorovna Kuntse, the widow of a staff officer.
She had not been there two minutes, before the Countess began to ring with all her might. The three waiting-maids came running in at one door and the valet at another. "How is it that you cannot hear me when I ring for you?" said the Countess. "Tell Lizaveta Ivanovna that I am waiting for her." Lizaveta returned with her hat and cloak on. "At last you are here!" said the Countess.
He dressed, and while they were putting in his horses, as a hired sledge was not to be seen yet, he ran again up to the bedroom, not on tiptoe, it seemed to him, but on wings. Two maid-servants were carefully moving something in the bedroom. Kitty was walking about knitting rapidly and giving directions. "I'm going for the doctor. They have sent for Lizaveta Petrovna, but I'll go on there too.
"But why such an elaborate toilette? Whom do you intend to captivate? What sort of weather is it? It seems rather windy." "No, your Ladyship, it is very calm," replied the valet. "You never think of what you are talking about. Open the window. So it is; windy and bitterly cold. Unharness the horses, Lizaveta, we won't go out there was no need to deck yourself like that."
"I can't get that Cossack out of my head, do what you will!" he said to his wife. "He gives me no peace. I keep thinking: what if God meant to try us, and sent some saint or angel in the form of a Cossack? It does happen, you know. It's bad, Lizaveta; we were unkind to the man!" "What do you keep pestering me with that Cossack for?" cried Lizaveta, losing patience at last.
Here are sixty copecks. Give them, dear Father, to some one poorer than me. I thought as I came along, better give through him. He’ll know whom to give to.” “Thanks, my dear, thanks! You are a good woman. I love you. I will do so certainly. Is that your little girl?” “My little girl, Father, Lizaveta.” “May the Lord bless you both, you and your babe Lizaveta! You have gladdened my heart, mother.
It was arranged that the legal formalities should take place as quickly as possible and that till then the matter should not be made public. Lizaveta Prohorovna received a deposit of a hundred roubles and two hundred went to Kirillovna for her assistance. "It has not cost me much," thought Naum as he got into his coat, "it was a lucky chance."
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