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Updated: May 16, 2025
"Oh, do stop pretending, mamma," cried Aglaya, in vexation. "Send him up, father; mother allows." The general rang the bell and gave orders that the prince should be shown in. "Only on condition that he has a napkin under his chin at lunch, then," said Mrs. Epanchin, "and let Fedor, or Mavra, stand behind him while he eats. Is he quiet when he has these fits? He doesn't show violence, does he?"
Whit that he fell to looking also under the table, as well as to hurrying about with cries of "Mavra, Mavra!" At length the call was answered by a woman with a plateful of the sugar of which mention has been made; whereupon there ensued the following conversation. "What have you done with my piece of writing paper, you pilferer?"
She's good that good; and suddenly she'll begin squeaking like a wheel that's not greased. Mavra, is it right what I'm saying?" Mavra laughed and moved her hand with a tipsy gesture. "Oh, my, he's at it again." "There now, she's that good that good; but let her get her tail over the reins, and you can't think what she'll be up to. . . . Is it right what I'm saying?
And they were both covered up and beginning to doze when they suddenly heard light footsteps patter, patter.... Some one was walking not far from the barn, walking a little and stopping, and a minute later, patter, patter again.... The dogs began growling. "That's Mavra," said Burkin. The footsteps died away.
"You see," he suddenly said, "I am a kinsman of the count's and he has been very kind to me. Mavra Kuzminichna did not let him finish. "Just wait a minute, sir. One little moment," said she. And as soon as the officer let go of the gate handle she turned and, hurrying away on her old legs, went through the back yard to the servants' quarters.
"Only fancy!" answered Ignat, surprised at the broadening grin on his face in the mirror. "Impudence! Impudence!" they heard behind them the voice of Mavra Kuzminichna who had entered silently. "How he's grinning, the fat mug! Is that what you're here for? Nothing's cleared away down there and Vasilich is worn out. Just you wait a bit!"
And she would shake the kitten off her skirt and say with vexation: "Get along; I don't want you!" And so it was, day after day and year after year, and no joy, and no opinions. Whatever Mavra, the cook, said she accepted. One hot July day, towards evening, just as the cattle were being driven away, and the whole yard was full of dust, some one suddenly knocked at the gate.
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