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Updated: June 19, 2025
Lutchkov still did not stir from his place, and slowly followed the couples with his eyes, as they whirled by. Some one touched his sleeve... he looked round; his neighbour pointed him out Masha. She was standing before him with downcast eyes, holding out her hand to him.
Light-hearted and happy, he walked up and down his little room humming, even gave two little skips in the air, twisted a book of songs into a roll, and was tying it up with blue ribbon.... The door opened, and Lutchkov, in a coat without epaulettes, with a cap on his head, came into the room. Kister, astounded, stood still in the middle of the room, without finishing the bow he was tying.
Avdey Ivanovitch was unattractive and no longer young; but on the other hand he enjoyed a terrible reputation and consequently he had every right to pose. He was used to the bitter, unspoken enjoyment of grim loneliness. No sort of frank, spontaneous, that is to say good, demonstration of passion suited Lutchkov; he was bound to keep a continual check on himself, even when he was angry.
Lutchkov mentioned the cause of Kister's absence; the parents expressed their regret, but Masha looked incredulously at Avdey, and felt faint with expectation.
The sun was setting. The mill rumbled and clattered in the distance, sounding louder or softer according to the wind. The seignorial drove of horses was lazily wandering about the meadows; a shepherd walked, humming a tune, after a flock of greedy and timorous sheep; the sheepdogs, from boredom, were running after the crows. Lutchkov walked up and down in the copse, with his arms folded.
She did not consider it essential never to lose sight of her daughter, and to be constantly hobbling after her with a fat reticule in her hands, after the fashion of many mothers in the steppes. The stroll lasted rather a long while. Masha talked more with Kister, but did not dare to look either at him or at Lutchkov.
So this is all your love amounts to! 'I don't know, Mr. Lutchkov, who has given you any right to speak about love... what love? 'Who? Why, you yourself! Lutchkov cut her short: 'what next! He felt he was ship-wrecking the whole business, but he could not restrain himself.
Perhaps even in Lutchkov.... No, no! he said aloud, with irritation, almost with tears, smoothing out his pillow, 'that man's stone.... 'It is my own fault... I have lost a friend.... A precious friend, indeed! And she's not worth much either!... What a sickening egoist I am!
If you don't mind, I'll translate you a few lines.... And Kister translated with fervour, while Lutchkov, wrinkling up his forehead and compressing his lips, listened attentively.... 'Yes, yes, he would repeat hurriedly, with a disagreeable smile,'it's fine... very fine... I remember, I've read it... very fine.
She had never expected such a speedy denouement.... Masha, like an inquisitive child, had been asking herself all day: 'Can it be that Lutchkov cares for me? She had dreamed of a delightful evening walk, a respectful and tender dialogue; she had fancied how she would flirt with him, make the wild creature feel at home with her, permit him at parting to kiss her hand... and instead of that...
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