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Updated: July 19, 2025
Among their number were good people and bad, clever and silly.... One of them, a certain Avdey Ivanovitch Lutchkov, staff captain, had a reputation as a duellist. Lutchkov was a short and not thick-set man; he had a small, yellowish, dry face, lank, black hair, unnoticeable features, and dark, little eyes. He had early been left an orphan, and had grown up among privations and hardships.
Next day he went round to Lutchkov early in the morning. Avdey Ivanovitch was, as usual, lying on the sofa, smoking a pipe. Kister greeted him. 'I was at the Perekatovs yesterday, he said with some solemnity. 'Ah! Lutchkov responded indifferently, and he yawned. 'Yes. They are splendid people. 'Really? 'We talked about you. 'Much obliged; with which of them was that?
He calmly thought over all the possible results of the duel, mentally placed Masha and himself in all the agonies of misery and parting, and looked forward to the future with hope. He swore to himself not to kill Lutchkov... He felt irresistibly drawn to Masha. He paused a second, hurriedly arranged things, and directly after dinner set off to the Perekatovs.
Avdey Ivanovitch noticed the glance, shrugged his shoulders imperceptibly, and walked away into the other room. Several months had passed since that evening. Lutchkov had not once been at the Perekatovs'. But Kister visited them pretty often. Nenila Makarievna had taken a fancy to him, but it was not she that attracted Fyodor Fedoritch. He liked Masha.
'I say, what curiosity! Avdey called his servant, and ordered his horse to be saddled. 'Where are you off to? 'The riding-school. 'Well, good-bye. So we're going to the Perekatovs', eh? 'All right, if you like, Lutchkov said lazily, stretching. 'Bravo, old man! cried Kister, and he went out into the street, pondered, and sighed deeply.
'What do you suppose I am telling you about it for? To complain of Mr. Lutchkov? Nonsense! I've forgotten about him. But I have done you a wrong, my good friend.... I want to speak openly to you, to ask your forgiveness... your advice. You have accustomed me to frankness; I am at ease with you.... You are not a Mr. Lutchkov!
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