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Updated: June 24, 2025
Then the better it is for me," said Medinskaya, calmly. She also arose from the couch, as though about to go away somewhere, but after a few seconds she again seated herself on the couch. Her face was serious, her lips were tightly compressed, but her eyes were lowered, and Foma could not see their expression.
Medinskaya broke into her silver laughter, and Foma, looking at her, also began to laugh. "Excuse me!" said he, at length. "Perhaps I've said something wrong, improper." "Oh, no, no! You cannot say anything improper. You are a pure, amiable boy. And so, my eyes are not shameless?" "Yours are like an angel's!" announced Foma with enthusiasm, looking at her with beaming eyes.
"What do I imagine?" cried the girl, irritated. "Why, all these are not your own ideas. They are someone else's." "Someone else's. Someone else's." She felt like saying something harsh; but broke down and became silent. Foma looked at her and, setting Medinskaya by her side, thought sadly: "How different everything is both men and women and you never feel alike."
Medinskaya notified him in a letter the day before, that he had been elected as a member of the building committee and also as honorary member of the society of which she was president. This pleased him and he was greatly agitated by the part he was to play today at the laying of the corner-stone.
When his father noticed how steadfastly he was staring at Medinskaya he told him one day: "Don't be staring so much at that face. Look out, she is like a birch ember: from the outside it is just as modest, smooth and dark altogether cold to all appearances but take it into your hand and it will burn you."
Sophya Pavlovna Medinskaya, the wealthy architect's wife, who was well known in the city for her tireless efforts in the line of arranging various charitable projects, persuaded Ignat to endow seventy-five thousand roubles for the erection of a lodging-house in the city and of a public library with a reading-room.
And after all this he sometimes perceived in himself some bottomless and oppressive emptiness, which could not be filled up by anything neither by the impressions of the day just gone by nor by the recollection of the past; and the Exchange, and his affairs, and his thoughts of Medinskaya all were swallowed up by this emptiness.
He recalled the old man's words about sin, thought of the power of his faith in the mercy of the Lord, and the old man aroused in Foma a feeling akin to respect. "He, too, speaks of life; he knows his sins; but does not weep over them, does not complain of them. He has sinned and he is willing to stand the consequences. Yes. And she?" He recalled Medinskaya, and his heart contracted with pain.
"Ah, but that is not the case! Here on earth it is worse for the good people than for the bad ones!" said Medinskaya, sadly. And again the trembling notes of music began to dance at the touch of her fingers. Foma felt that if he did not start to say at once what was necessary, he would tell her nothing later.
"What makes you speak that way?" said the woman, reproachfully, and adjusting her dress, she accidentally stroked Foma's hand, in which he held his hat. This made him look at his wrist and smile joyously and confusedly. "You will surely be present at the dinner, won't you?" asked Medinskaya. "Yes." "And tomorrow at the meeting in my house?" "Without fail!"
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