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Updated: June 28, 2025
You think I am a perfect blockhead, a log; but do you know I am capable of melting like sugar, of spending whole days on my knees? 'I should like to see that, I must say! Lezhnyov suddenly got up. 'Well, marry me, Alexandra Pavlovna, and you will see all that' Alexandra Pavlovna blushed up to her ears. 'What did you say, Mihailo Mihailitch? she murmured in confusion.
When you talk, vous gravez comme avec un burin. Please stay. Rudin was going to protest, but after a moment's thought he sat down. Mihailo Mihailitch, whom the reader already knows, came into the room. He wore the same grey overcoat, and in his sunburnt hands he carried the same old foraging cap. He bowed tranquilly to Darya Mihailovna, and came up to the tea-table.
In front of the balcony, from which there were steps leading into the garden, a nurse was walking about carrying a rosy-cheeked baby in her arms, in a white cloak, with a white cap on his head. Alexandra Pavlovna kept her eyes constantly on him. The baby did not cry, but sucked his thumb gravely and looked about him. He was already showing himself a worthy son of Mihailo Mihailitch.
'And it's a very good thing you don't, rejoined Mihailo Mihailitch, who all the while remained sitting in his droshky, 'for she doesn't put much faith in what she says herself. I'm very glad I met you. 'Why? 'That's a nice question! As though it wasn't always delightful to meet you? To-day you look as bright and fresh as this morning. Alexandra Pavlovna laughed again.
Alexandra Pavlovna, no longer Lipin but Lezhnyov, was sitting on the balcony of her house; she had been married to Mihailo Mihailitch for more than a year. She was as charming as ever, and had only grown a little stouter of late.
To be the idol, the oracle of the household, to meddle in the arrangements, all the gossip and petty trifles of the house is that a dignified position for a man to be in? Alexandra Pavlovna looked at Lezhnyov in surprise. 'I don't know you, Mihailo Mihailitch, she began to say. 'You are flushed and excited. I believe there must be something else hidden under this. 'Oh, so that's it!
It's not an embankment, my dear fellow, but a regular Mont Blanc. It's costing millions. . . ." Going into ecstasies over the lights and the embankment that was costing millions, intoxicated by the wine and his sentimental mood, the engineer slapped Von Schtenberg on the shoulder and went on in a jocose tone: "Well, Mihail Mihailitch, lost in reveries?
While Alexandra Pavlovna busied herself with her son, Pigasov walked off muttering to the other corner of the balcony. Suddenly, not far off on the road that ran the length of the garden, Mihailo Mihailitch made his appearance driving his racing droshky. Two huge house-dogs ran before the horse, one yellow, the other grey, both only lately obtained.
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