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Updated: May 7, 2025
Gradually the occupants of the house roused themselves and half- dressed, sleepy carrying their towels, empty samovars, and tooth brushes they began to pass along the corridor in front of the general's open door. Kirill Lvovich eyed them maliciously as he sat drinking his tea and inwardly cursed them all.
"But you took the birch-wood!" protested Lvovich. "And they call themselves intellectual!" screamed Lina. The general came out into the passage and said severely: "It is not for us to judge, Lina Fedorovna. We are not the heirs here. But it seems strange to me that Sergius should occupy three rooms, and Anna only one yes, very strange indeed." The quarrel became more violent.
They lived tedious, mean, malignant, worthless lives, execrating existence and the Revolution; they lived utterly apart from the turmoil that now replaced the placid even flow of the old regime: they were outside current events, and their thoughts for ever turned back to the past, awaiting its return. General Kirill Lvovich awoke at seven o'clock.
Kirill Lvovich was not one of the heirs, it was his wife who came of the Rastorov family, and he had merely accompanied her to the ancestral mansion. Lvovich took his notice and hung it on the lavatory door. Then again he paced the floor, his jewels sparkling brilliantly. "Why the devil do Sergius and his family occupy three rooms, and we only one?" he grumbled. "I shall leave this den.
They sat down and played it for the entire day, only interrupting the game to go to their rooms for dinner. Whenever Sergius had to pay a fine he would say: "Anyhow, Kirill Lvovich, you have an objectionable manner." "Now, now, greenhorn!" the general would reply. They had not a penny between them. Katerina Andreevna had been appointed guardian of their possessions.
Katerina grew angrier and angrier, until at last she could no longer contain herself: "Kirill Lvovich," she shouted, "you are impossible!" "Very well," came the infuriated reply; "I am not one of the heirs, I can go!"
Rostopchin's broadsheets, headed by woodcuts of a drink shop, a potman, and a Moscow burgher called Karpushka Chigirin, "who having been a militiaman and having had rather too much at the pub heard that Napoleon wished to come to Moscow, grew angry, abused the French in very bad language, came out of the drink shop, and, under the sign of the eagle, began to address the assembled people," were read and discussed, together with the latest of Vasili Lvovich Pushkin's bouts rimes.
Satisfied, the general put on his overcoat and went out to take his place in the ration queue. Lina ran to her husband; he went to get an explanation of the scene, but Lvovich was not to be found, however; he remonstrated with his sister, Anna Andreevna. "This spying is impossible, it must stop," he insisted.
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