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Updated: June 12, 2025
"I have already introduced myself to Lisaveta Mihalovna," interposed Lavretsky. "Monsier Panshin... Sergei Petrovitch Gedeonovsky... Please sit down. When I look at you, I can hardly believe my eyes. How are you?" "As you see, I'm flourishing. And you, too, cousin no ill-luck to you! have grown no thinner in eight years." "To think how long it is since we met!" observed Marya Dmitrievna dreamily.
"Come, you've done enough trudging about in the heat," Sergey Ivanovitch would say to him. "No, I must just run round to the counting-house for a minute," Levin would answer, and he would run off to the fields. Early in June it happened that Agafea Mihalovna, the old nurse and housekeeper, in carrying to the cellar a jar of mushrooms she had just pickled, slipped, fell, and sprained her wrist.
Mitya and Kolya," Olga Mihalovna drawled joyfully, going to meet them: "How big they have grown! One would not know you! But where is your mamma?" "I congratulate you on the name-day," the student began in a free-and-easy tone, "and I wish you all happiness. Ekaterina Andreyevna sends her congratulations and begs you to excuse her. She is not very well." "How unkind of her!
"Well, Varvara Pavlovna, I confess," she observed, for the first time calling her by her name, "you have astonished me; you might give concerts. We have a musician here, an old German, a queer fellow, but a very clever musician. He gives Lisa lessons. He will be simply crazy over you." "Lisaveta Mihalovna is also musical?" asked Varvara Pavlovna, turning her head slightly towards her.
"I do believe the laundress hasn't sent the washing yet, and all the best sheets are in use. If I don't see to it, Agafea Mihalovna will give Sergey Ivanovitch the wrong sheets," and at the very idea of this the blood rushed to Kitty's face.
"Go out of the room," said Pyotr Dmitritch sternly, going up to the bed. "Understand . . . understand! . . ." Olga Mihalovna began. "Olya, I entreat you, calm yourself," he said. "I did not mean to hurt you. I would not have gone out of the room if I had known it would have hurt you so much; I simply felt depressed. I tell you, on my honour . . ."
Panshin exchanged cordial greetings with every one in the room; he shook hands with Marya Dmitrievna and Lisaveta Mihalovna, clapped Gedeonovsky lightly on the shoulder, and turning round on his heels, put his hand on Lenotchka's head and kissed her on the forehead. "Aren't you afraid to ride such a vicious horse?" Marya Dmitrievna questioned him.
It weighs on me, too, now. . . . Let us leave off talking about it, for goodness' sake!" Olga Mihalovna again felt in acute pain, and clutched her husband by the sleeve. "I am in pain, in pain, in pain . . ." she said rapidly. "Oh, what pain!" "Damnation take those visitors!" muttered Pyotr Dmitritch, getting up. "You ought not to have gone to the island to-day!" he cried.
'I shan't go to see that old tub. He gives you costly fish and puts rancid butter on it. God bless him! 'And I met Fedosya Mihalovna. 'What Fedosya is that? 'She belongs to Garpentchenko, the landowner, who bought Mikulino by auction. Fedosya is from Mikulino.
"Ah, Lisaveta Mihalovna, believe me," he cried, "I have been punished enough as it is. I have expiated everything already, believe me." "That you cannot know," Lisa murmured in an undertone. "You have forgotten not long ago, when you were talking to me you were not ready to forgive her." She walked in silence along the avenue. "And what about your daughter?" Lisa asked, suddenly stopping short.
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