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Updated: June 19, 2025
'With the old people... and the daughter too. 'Ah! that... little fat thing? 'She's a splendid girl, Lutchkov. 'To be sure, they're all splendid. 'No, Lutchkov, you don't know her. I have never met such a clever, sweet and sensitive girl. Lutchkov began humming through his nose: 'In the Hamburg Gazette, You've read, I dare say, How the year before last, Munich gained the day....
Lutchkov with him. It was not the first time Masha had mentioned him since the ball.... Kister did not speak. Masha glanced timorously over her interlaced fingers. 'May I tell you frankly what I think? Kister asked her. 'Oh, why not? of course. 'It seems to me that Lutchkov has made a great impression on you.
Masha ceased speaking, and shyly held out her hand to him; Fyodor Fedoritch pressed the tips of her fingers respectfully. 'He must be a very queer person! observed Masha, and again she propped her elbows on the frame. 'Queer? 'Of course; he interests me just because he is queer! Masha added slily. 'Lutchkov is a noble, a remarkable man, Kister rejoined solemnly.
Avdey Ivanovitch had at first forced himself to despise people, then he began to notice that it was not a difficult matter to intimidate them, and he began to despise them in reality. Lutchkov enjoyed cutting short by his very approach all but the most vulgar conversation.
Nenila Makarievna was sitting on the sofa; Lutchkov was sitting in an easy-chair, wearing his uniform, with his hat on his knees; Kister was near him. They both got up on Masha's entrance Kister with his usual friendly smile, Lutchkov with a solemn and constrained air. She bowed to them in confusion, and went up to her mother. The first ten minutes passed off favourably.
Avdey Ivanovitch was the only one who eyed him dubiously. One day after drill Lutchkov went up to him, slightly pursing up his lips and inflating his nostrils: 'Good-morning, Mr. Knaster. Kister looked at him in some perplexity. 'A very good day to you, Mr. Knaster, repeated Lutchkov. 'My name's Kister, sir. 'You don't say so, Mr. Knaster.
She nodded her head to him as though to say 'you may.... Kister bent down and kissed the tips of her gloves. Meanwhile they drew near the already familiar copse. Masha became suddenly more thoughtful, and at last kept silent altogether. They came to the very place where Lutchkov had waited for her.
Fyodor Fedoritch turned his back on him and went homewards. Lutchkov looked after him with a grin. Next day, directly after drill he went up to Kister again. 'Well, how are you getting on, Mr. Kinderbalsam? Kister was angry, and looked him straight in the face. Avdey Ivanovitch's little bilious eyes were gleaming with malignant glee. 'I'm addressing you, Mr. Kinderbalsam!
'I am very grateful to you, Masha interrupted him; her heart was aching with anticipation and terror. 'Ah, do look, Mr. Lutchkov, she went on 'look, what a view! She pointed to the meadow, streaked with long, evening shadows, and flushed red with the sunset. Inwardly overjoyed at the abrupt change in the conversation, Lutchkov began admiring the view. He was standing near Masha....
She could not yet be sure herself what the feeling exactly was that Lutchkov excited in her, but everything she did not like in him she set down to the influence of misfortune, of loneliness. The friends began to pay frequent visits to the Perekatovs'. Kister's position became more and more painful. He did not regret his action... no, but he desired at least to cut short the time of his trial.
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