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Updated: May 27, 2025
"Your Mihailo Timofevitch is a man who doesn't understand business," said Kuzmitchov in an undertone; "he undertakes what isn't his work, but you understand and can judge. You had better hand over your wool to me, as I have said already, and I would give you half a rouble above my own price yes, I would, simply out of regard for you. . . ." "No, Ivan Ivanitch." Father Christopher sighed.
One took Mihailo by his shoulders, another by his legs and lifted him up: Mihailo's arms and the skirt of his dressing-gown hung limply to the ground. A third it was the peasant who looked like a woman crossed himself, and all three tramping clumsily with their feet and stepping on Mihailo's skirts, went out of the ward.
MASHENKA PAVLETSKY, a young girl who had only just finished her studies at a boarding school, returning from a walk to the house of the Kushkins, with whom she was living as a governess, found the household in a terrible turmoil. Mihailo, the porter who opened the door to her, was excited and red as a crab. Loud voices were heard from upstairs.
"I had expected to wed her to the son of some great Tsar," he sighed, "but I'd rather marry her to a farmer than see her die of starvation!" The heralds rode far and wide until every one, even the people on the most distant farms, had heard of the Tsar's offer. "I won't try again," said Mihailo, the oldest son of the farmer I've already told you about.
You have a splendid house; but I will confess to you frankly I don't like to have to stand on ceremony. And I haven't a respectable suit, I haven't any gloves, and I don't belong to your set. 'By birth, by education, you belong to it, Mihailo Mihailitch! vous etes des notres. 'Birth and education are all very well, Darya Mihailovna; that's not the question.
The old man made no answer. Pashka waited a little and asked: "Grandfather, where is the fox?" "What fox?" "The live one." "Where should it be? In the forest!" A long time passed, but the doctor still did not appear. The nurse brought in tea, and scolded Pashka for not having saved any bread for his tea; the assistant came once more and set to work to wake Mihailo.
'Mihailo Mihailitch! began Alexandra Pavlovna, 'I don't understand; you are laughing at me, I think.... 'No indeed! I tell you he is going away, and he even let his friends know by letter. It's just as well, I daresay, from one point of view; but his departure has prevented one surprising enterprise from being carried out that I had begun to talk to your brother about. 'What do you mean?
Going back to his own ward, Pashka sat down on his bed and began waiting for the doctor to come and take him to catch finches, or to go to the fair. But the doctor did not come. He got a passing glimpse of a hospital assistant at the door of the next ward. He bent over the patient on whose head lay a bag of ice, and cried: "Mihailo!" But the sleeping man did not stir.
Presently the people of the kingdom, following the example of their rulers, were laughing, too, and cracking jokes and, strange to say, they soon found they were working all the better for their jollity. Laughter grew so fashionable that even Mihailo and Jakov were forced to take it up. They didn't do it very well but they practised at it conscientiously.
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.
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