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Updated: June 24, 2025
The governor himself came out to accompany your father to the church, the mayor, and almost the entire city council. And behind you just turn around! There goes Sophya Pavlovna. The town pays its respects to Ignat." At first Foma did not listen to his godfather's whisper, but when he mentioned Medinskaya, he involuntarily looked back and noticed the governor.
There Sophya Pavlovna Medinskaya is standing, her hands hanging impotently, just as she stood in her drawing-room when he saw her last. Her eyes were large, but some great fright gleams in them. Sasha, too, is here.
So that in reality, you are a member not of 'the Society of Solicitude, and so on, but of the Society of Tantaluses, which is composed of persons bent on pleasing Sophya Medinskaya."
For some time after this incident her attitude toward him was stricter and more sincere, as though she pitied him, but later their relations assumed the old form of the cat-and-mouse play. Foma's relation toward Medinskaya could not escape his godfather's notice, and one day the old man asked him, with a malicious grimace: "Foma!
Intensely agitated, Foma set his teeth together and walked away from Mayakin, thrusting his hands still deeper into his pockets. But the old man soon started again a conversation about Medinskaya. They were on their way back from the bay after an inspection of the steamers, and seated in a big and commodious sledge, they were enthusiastically discussing business matters in a friendly way.
Foma's voice broke down; he raised his hand and concluded in a dull voice: "Goodbye!" "Goodbye!" said Medinskaya, softly. He did not give her his hand, but, turning abruptly, he walked away from her. But already at the door he felt that he was sorry for her, and he glanced at her across his shoulder. There, in the corner, she stood alone, her head bent, her hands hanging motionless.
"Do you know, I have quarrelled with Medinskaya." "Why?" asked Luba, brightening up. "So. It came about that she offended me. Yes, she offended me." "Well, it's good that you've quarrelled with her," said the girl, approvingly, "for she would have turned your head. She is a vile creature; she is a coquette, even worse than that. Oh, what things I know about her!"
Seated on a couch in her favourite corner, Medinskaya played the mandolin. A large Japanese umbrella, fastened up to the wall, shaded the little woman in black by its mixture of colours; the high bronze lamp under a red lamp-shade cast on her the light of sunset. The mild sounds of the slender strings were trembling sadly in the narrow room, which was filled with soft and fragrant twilight.
But time went on, and little by little rubbed off the bright colours of this woman; and before he was aware of it his thoughts were occupied by the slender, angel-like Medinskaya. She used to come up to Ignat almost every Sunday with various requests, all of which generally had but one aim to hasten the building of the lodging-asylum.
The servants of Medinskaya were accustomed to his visits, and to his question whether the lady was at home the maid replied: "Please go into the drawing-room. She is there alone."
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