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Updated: June 4, 2025
I should like very much to see Tatyána Danílovna. LUKÉRYA. If you wish to see her, then where's the obstacle? She isn't a princess imprisoned behind ten locks. You'll go for a walk, no doubt, as you can't remain in your room? BABÁYEV. I should like to go, but I hardly know in what direction. LUKÉRYA. You needn't go far.
Stricken of God, so the constable concluded, 'for her sins, one must suppose; but we do not go into that. And as for judging her, no no, we do not judge her. Let her be! A few weeks later I heard that Lukerya was dead. So her death had come for her... and 'after St.
Come, wife, we'd better go home! ULYÁNA. Well, good-by, sister, but remember! KRASNÓV, TATYÁNA, LUKÉRYA, and AFÓNYA TATYÁNA. That's the kind of relatives you have! I lived better beyond comparison as a girl; at least I knew that no one dared to insult me. KRASNÓV. And I'll never let you be insulted.
AFÓNYA. Don't know. Oh, I feel sick. Lukérya Danílovna! They don't even answer. What does that mean now? Afanásy, where's my wife? AFÓNYA. Are you lonesome without her? She'll come, don't be afraid. No matter where she's strolling, she'll come home. ULYÁNA comes in. The same and ULYÁNA KRASNÓV. Who's that? Is that you, Ulyana? ULYÁNA. Yes, brother. KRASNÓV. What do you want?
In a word, our circumstances were such that she was forced to marry a petty shopkeeper. BABÁYEV. A petty shopkeeper? What kind of shop has he? LUKÉRYA. A vegetable shop. You can see it from here, the sign reads, "Lev Krasnóv." BABÁYEV. Yes, I noticed it. Is he a good man? LUKÉRYA. Considering the type, he's a very nice man, and he loves sister very dearly.
When I hear any one at the door my heart almost stops. Every minute seems a year. Afónya torments me too. I wonder where he went. Isn't he spying on her? Of course I can find ten replies to every word he says; yet he may rouse suspicion. Ah, some one is coming! Is it possible that it's Lev! Heaven forbid! AFÓNYA. Never you mind. LUKÉRYA. Speak, it won't hurt your voice.
Petersburg with him, what things I have seen; it was shameful! I wonder if he's asleep? LUKÉRYA comes in. KARP and LUKÉRYA KARP. What do you want? LUKÉRYA. Valentin Pávlich. KARP. What do you want of him? LUKÉRYA. If I want to see him, of course it must be necessary. KARP. Do you want help of some sort? LUKÉRYA. How rude!
"For all my love for you," he said, "I ask you only one thing in return: soothe me, give me back my peace of mind, because I am jealous." LUKÉRYA. What an affliction! TATYÁNA. He said he wasn't jealous of any one but this gentleman. LUKÉRYA. The idea of his being jealous of every one! That would be a great idea!
TATYÁNA brings a plate of cabbage soup, puts it on the table, and goes out with LUKÉRYA. KRASNÓV, after eating several spoonfuls, is lost in thought. ARKHÍP. Lev! I can't see you, but it seems as if you weren't happy. KRASNÓV. What's there to be happy about? ARKHÍP. Why are you so sad? What's your sorrow? KRASNÓV. It's my sorrow, grandfather, mine. My very own. It's for me to judge of it.
The door, too, seemed embarrassed, opening an inch or two and then shutting again. "What's the matter?" said the little lady, addressing the door. "Où est mon cravatte lequel mon père m'avait envoyé de Koursk?" asked a female voice at the door. "Ah, est-ce que, Marie . . . que. . . Really, it's impossible . . . . Nous avons donc chez nous un homme peu connu de nous. Ask Lukerya."
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