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Updated: June 19, 2025
'Mamma, Masha began all at once, 'is Monsieur Lutchkov asked? 'What Lutchkov? 'He's an officer too. They say he's a very interesting person. 'How's that? 'Oh, he's not good-looking and he's not young, but every one's afraid of him. Sergei Sergeitch interrupted his daughter. 'What is there to see in him, my darling?
'He does interest you... said Fyodor Fedoritch, with a sly twinkle of his blue and kindly eyes. 'Yes... he must be very unhappy. 'He unhappy? What makes you suppose so? And Fyodor Fedoritch laughed. 'You don't know... you don't know... Masha solemnly shook her head with an important air. 'Me not know? How's that?... Masha shook her head again and glanced towards Lutchkov.
Something new and unknown was passing in Masha's soul; a dreamy perplexity was reflected more than once in her face. She moved somehow more slowly, she did not flush on meeting her mother's eyes on the contrary, she seemed to seek them, as though she would question her. During the whole evening, Lutchkov paid her a sort of awkward attention; but even this awkwardness gratified her innocent vanity.
Possibly he wished to ascertain for himself what sort of head he, Lutchkov, had, whether it was really dull, or simply untrained. 'So I really am stupid, he said to himself more than once with a bitter smile; and he would draw himself up instantly and look rudely and insolently about him, and smile malignantly to himself if he caught some comrade dropping his eyes before his glance.
'Do tell me, please, Masha said to him, when, after galloping twenty times to the end of the room, they stood at last, the first couple, 'why isn't your friend dancing? 'Which friend? Masha pointed with the tip of her fan at Lutchkov. 'He never dances, answered Kister. 'Why did he come then? Kister was a little disconcerted. 'He wished to have the pleasure... Mashenka interrupted him.
I hardly ever talked to him.... He did excite my curiosity, certainly, but I imagined that a man who was worthy of being your friend... 'Don't, please, speak of him as my friend, Kister interposed. 'No, no, I don't want to separate you. 'Oh, my God, for you I'm ready to sacrifice more than a friend.... Everything is over between me and Mr. Lutchkov, Kister added hurriedly.
Lutchkov swayed up and down in his low chair, screwed up his eyes, stretched, and putting down Kister's emotion to jealousy, was almost gasping with delight. But it was not jealousy that was torturing Kister; he was wounded, not by the fact itself, but by Avdey's coarse carelessness, his indifferent and contemptuous references to Masha.
She bent down, picked up the flower, and gazed with tender, delighted amazement at Avdey. 'Bravo! cried Kister. 'And I can't swim... Lutchkov observed abruptly. Masha did not like that remark. 'What made him say that? she wondered. Lutchkov and Kister remained at Mr. Perekatov's till the evening.
Masha twisted a wildflower in her hands.... She glanced sideways at Lutchkov, flushed, smiled, said, What nonsense you do talk, and gave him the flower. Avdey seized her hand. 'And so you love me! he cried. Masha turned cold all over with horror.
'But I assure you.... 'You 're in love with her, Fedya, Lutchkov remarked sarcastically. 'Not at all. I never even thought of it. 'Fedya, you're in love with her! 'What nonsense! As if one couldn't... 'You're in love with her, friend of my heart, beetle on my hearth, Avdey Ivanovitch chanted drawling. 'Ah, Avdey, you really ought to be ashamed! Kister said with vexation.
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