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And why was she, Mariana, so touched by her act? An unattractive woman interests herself in a young man... What is there extraordinary about it? And why should Mashurina assume that Mariana's attachment to Nejdanov is stronger than the feelings of duty? And did Mariana ask for such a sacrifice? And what could the letter have contained? A call for speedy action? Well, and what then? And Markelov?
"Do you know anything about him?" "Nothing whatever, but you can see for yourself. Goodbye, Alexai Dmitritch." Mashurina clambered out of the carriage. An hour later Nejdanov was rolling up the courtyard leading to Sipiagin's house. He did not feel well after his sleepless night and the numerous discussions and explanations. A beautiful face smiled to him out of the window.
Mashurina stood looking at him intently for some time, shook her head, and drew it back again. Nejdanov sat up straight, and suddenly catching sight of her, exclaimed with some annoyance: "Oh, is that you?" and thrust the copy-book into the drawer again. Mashurina came into the room with a firm step. "Ostrodumov asked me to come," she began deliberately.
"And who asks you to talk to me, pray?" Paklin gave a nervous, gulpy laugh. "Well, never mind, my dear. Give me your hand. Don't be cross. I know you mean well, and so do I... Well?" Paklin extended his hand, Mashurina looked at him severely and extended her own. "If you really want to know my name," she said with the same expression of severity on her face, "I am called Fiekla."
But where are you off to?" Paklin asked, seeing that she had taken up her hat. "Do stay a little longer; my sister will bring us some tea directly." It was not so much that he wanted Mashurina to stay, as that he could not let an opportunity slip by of giving utterance to what had accumulated and was boiling over in his breast. Since his return to St.
It's nothing but mere idleness, sluggishness, want of thinking. Solomin, on the other hand, is different; he doesn't go in for pulling teeth he knows what he's about!" Mashurina gave an impatient wave of the hand, as though she wished to dismiss the subject. "And that girl," she began, "I forget her name... the one who ran away with Nejdanov what became of her?" "Mariana? She's Solomin's wife now.
With the appearance of Mashurina the gates opened wide, and all his pent-up ideas came pouring out with a rush. He talked about St. Petersburg, St. Petersburg life, the whole of Russia. No one was spared! Mashurina was very little interested in all this, but she did not contradict or interrupt, and that was all he wanted of her. "Yes," he began, "a fine time we are living in, I can assure you!
Mashurina fixed her gaze on Mariana and stared at her for so long that the latter began to feel uncomfortable. "Excuse me," Mashurina exclaimed suddenly in her hard abrupt voice, "I am a plain woman and don't know how to put these things. Don't be angry with me. You need not tell me if you don't wish to. Are you the girl who ran away from the Sipiagins?"
Paklin pulled himself up. "Why, of course... do have some more tea." But Mashurina fixed her dark eyes upon him and said pensively: "You don't happen to have any letter of Nejdanov s... or his photograph?" "I have a photograph and quite a good one too. I believe it's in the table drawer. I'll get it in a minute."
Petersburg about a week ago, Ostrodumov to remain in the province for some time for propaganda purposes, while Mashurina was to go on to K. to meet someone, also in connection with the cause. He then went on to say that the time had now come for them to do something practical, and became suddenly heated, although no one had contradicted him.
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