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Updated: May 14, 2025
He does not look on them in any other light. Il est d'une bonté " She stopped, not finding words to express bonté of a husband, and immediately, smiling, turned to an old, wrinkled woman in lilac-colored bows who had just entered. Having talked as much and as meaninglessly as it was necessary to preserve the decorum, Nekhludoff arose and went over to Maslenikoff. "Will you please hear me now?"
As an army officer he was always neat, dressed in a tight uniform made according to the latest style; now his dress fitted his well-fed body as perfectly. He wore a uniform. Notwithstanding the difference in their age Maslenikoff was about forty they familiarly "thoued" each other. "Very glad you remembered me. Come to my wife. I have just ten minutes to spare, and then I must to the session.
Maslenikoff disapprovingly shook his head, went to the table and on a sheet of paper with a printed letter-head wrote in a bold hand: "The bearer, Prince Dmitri Ivanovich Nekhludoff, is hereby permitted to visit the prisoners, Maslova and Bogodukhovskaia, now detained in the prison," and signed his name to it with a broad flourish. "You will see now what order there is in prison.
Some one arose, some one arrived, and the chirping continued. The following morning Nekhludoff received from Maslenikoff a letter on heavy, glossy paper, bearing a coat-of-arms and seals, written in a fine, firm hand, in which he said that he had written to the prison physician asking that Maslova be transferred, and that he hoped his request would be acceded to.
He had decided not to leave her, to carry out his intention of marrying her, if she so desired; but this was painful and tormenting to him. On the day following his visit to Maslenikoff he again went to the prison to see her. The inspector permitted him to see her; not in the office, however, nor in the lawyer's room, but in the women's visiting-room.
"Don't forget, now," a plainly dissimulating laugh was heard. The reception day was brilliant, and Anna Ignatievna was delighted. "Mika told me that you busy yourself in the prisons. I understand it very well," she said to Nekhludoff. "Mika" she meant her stout husband, Maslenikoff "may have his faults, but you know that he is kind. All these unfortunate prisoners are his children.
Since his visit to Maslenikoff, especially since his trip to the country, Nekhludoff felt an aversion for that sphere in which he had been living heretofore, and in which the sufferings borne by millions of people in order to secure the comforts and pleasures of a few, were so carefully concealed that the people of that sphere did not and could not see these sufferings, and consequently the cruelty and criminality of their own lives.
"Well, now, she will never forgive me," said Maslenikoff, conducting his old comrade to the first landing, as he did with people of secondary importance, among whom he reckoned Nekhludoff. "Do come but for a moment."
"Of course, mon cher, I am always ready to do anything for you," Maslenikoff said, touching his knees with both hands, as if desiring to soften his own greatness. "I can do it, but you know I am caliph only for an hour." "So you can give me a pass that will enable me to see her?" "It is a woman?" "Yes." "What is the charge against her?" "Poisoning. But she was irregularly convicted."
"I would not advise you to have anything to do with him. Fanarin est un homme tare." "I have another request to make of you," Nekhludoff said, without answering him. "A long time ago I made the acquaintance of a girl teacher, a very wretched creature. She is now in jail and desires to see me. Can you give me a pass to her?" Maslenikoff leaned his head to one side and began to reflect.
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