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Sofya Matveyevna was terribly alarmed by Varvara Petrovna's proposition, or rather command, that she should settle for good at Skvoreshniki, but the latter refused to listen to her protests. "That's all nonsense! I will go with you to sell the gospel. I have no one in the world now." "You have a son, however," Salzfish observed. "I have no son!"
And to the amazement and perhaps still greater alarm of Sofya Matveyevna, she suddenly patted her on the cheek. "It's only a pity she is a fool. Too great a fool for her age. That's all right, my dear, I'll look after you. I see that it's all nonsense. Stay near here for the time. A room shall be taken for you and you shall have food and everything else from me... till I ask for you."
Sofya Matveyevna implored him. "It was all lies that I told you this evening to glorify myself, to make it splendid, from pure wantonness all, all, every word, oh, I am a wretch, I am a wretch!" The first attack was succeeded in this way by a second an attack of hysterical remorse. I have mentioned these attacks already when I described his letters to Varvara Petrovna.
They settled on fish, soup, and roast fowl; the landlady declared that fowl was not to be procured in the whole village; she agreed, however, to go in search of one, but with the air of doing him an immense favour. As soon as she had gone Stepan Trofimovitch instantly sat down on the sofa and made Sofya Matveyevna sit down beside him.
"That was pretty much how it was," she murmured tearfully. "But I took it all to mean nothing, because of his illness," she added firmly, raising her eyes. "What is your name?" "Sofya Matveyevna, madam." "Well, then, let me tell you, Sofya Matveyevna, that he is a wretched and worthless little man.... Good Lord! Do you look upon me as a wicked woman !" Sofya Matveyevna gazed open-eyed.
Fortunately Sofya Matveyevna had not yet had time to get away and was only just going out of the gate with her pack and her bag. She was brought back. She was so panic-stricken that she was trembling in every limb. Varvara Petrovna pounced on her like a hawk on a chicken, seized her by the hand and dragged her impulsively to Stepan Trofimovitch. "Here, here she is, then. I've not eaten her.
The inscription and the railing will be added in the spring. Varvara Petrovna's absence from town had lasted eight days. Sofya Matveyevna arrived in the carriage with her and seems to have settled with her for good.
"Here she is, she is here!" She seized Sofya Matveyevna by the hand and led her to him. He smiled tenderly. "Oh, I should dearly like to live again!" he exclaimed with an extraordinary rush of energy. "Every minute, every instant of life ought to be a blessing to man... they ought to be, they certainly ought to be!
Sofya Matveyevna stammered in alarm that she must hurry on. "You've no need to hurry. I'll buy all your books, and meantime you stay here. Hold your tongue; don't make excuses. If I hadn't come you would have stayed with him all the same, wouldn't you?" "I wouldn't have left him on any account," Sofya Matveyevna brought out softly and firmly, wiping her tears.
It was a sudden, extreme effort of his intellectual faculties, which was bound in his overstrained condition, of course Sofya Matveyevna foresaw it with distress all the time he was talking to result immediately afterwards in extreme exhaustion.
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