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Updated: June 20, 2025
There was nothing out of the way in Pyotr Dmitritch's lazily raking together the hay in order to sit down on it with Lubotchka and chatter to her of trivialities; there was nothing out of the way, either, in pretty Lubotchka's looking at him with her soft eyes; but yet Olga Mihalovna felt vexed with her husband and frightened and pleased that she could listen to them.
When he learned that he was to be brought up before the Court, he seemed at once harassed and depressed; he began to sleep badly, stood oftener than ever at the windows, drumming on the panes with his fingers. And he was ashamed to let his wife see that he was worried, and it vexed her. "They say you have been in the province of Poltava?" Lubotchka questioned him. "Yes," answered Pyotr Dmitritch.
"On the island, on the island!" said the precisely similar Nata and Vata, both at once, without a smile. "But it's going to rain, my dears." "It's not, it's not," cried Lubotchka with a woebegone face. "They've all agreed to go. Dear! darling!" "They are all getting ready to have tea on the island," said Pyotr Dmitritch, coming up.
Pyotr Dmitritch was not lying. He was unhappy and really longed to rest. And he had visited his Poltava property simply to avoid seeing his study, his servants, his acquaintances, and everything that could remind him of his wounded vanity and his mistakes. Lubotchka suddenly jumped up and waved her hands about in horror. "Oh! A bee, a bee!" she shrieked. "It will sting!"
"If you have a load on your heart, why do you hide it from me? And why do you find it more suitable to open your heart to women who are nothing to you, instead of to your wife? I overheard your outpourings to Lubotchka by the bee-house to-day." "Well, I congratulate you. I am glad you did overhear it." This meant "Leave me alone and let me think." Olga Mihalovna was indignant.
Near him were standing Lubotchka and the daughters of a neighbour, Colonel Bukryeev two anaemic and unhealthily stout fair girls, Natalya and Valentina, or, as they were always called, Nata and Vata, both wearing white frocks and strikingly like each other. Pyotr Dmitritch was teaching them to mow. "It's very simple," he said.
"Oh, she is mad, mad!" thought the poor prince. But there were many other puzzling occurrences that day, which required immediate explanation, and the prince felt very sad. A visit from Vera Lebedeff distracted him a little. She brought the infant Lubotchka with her as usual, and talked cheerfully for some time. Then came her younger sister, and later the brother, who attended a school close by.
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