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"In tow, in tow!" the others chimed in. "Olga Mihalovna, take your husband in tow." To take him in tow, Olga Mihalovna, who was steering, had to seize the right moment and to catch bold of his boat by the chain at the beak. When she bent over to the chain Pyotr Dmitritch frowned and looked at her in alarm. "I hope you won't catch cold," he said.
I have been expecting her all day. Is it long since you left Petersburg?" Olga Mihalovna asked the student. "What kind of weather have you there now?" And without waiting for an answer, she looked cordially at the schoolboys and repeated: "How tall they have grown! It is not long since they used to come with their nurse, and they are at school already!
I saw Lisaveta Mihalovna too." "Call her Lisa, my dear fellow. Mihalovna indeed to you! But sit still, or you will break Shurotchka's little chair." "She has gone to church," continued Lavretsky. "Is she religious?" "Yes, Fedya, very much so. More than you and I, Fedya." "Aren't you religious then?" lisped Nastasya Karpovna.
"No, not Lisaveta Mihalovna, but Elena Mihalovna." "Oh! very well. Lenotchka, go up-stairs with Mr. Lemm." The old man was about to follow the little girl, but Panshin stopped him. "Don't go after the lesson, Christopher Fedoritch," he said. "Lisa Mihalovna and I are going to play a duet of Beethoven's sonata."
When Levin went upstairs, his wife was sitting near the new silver samovar behind the new tea service, and, having settled old Agafea Mihalovna at a little table with a full cup of tea, was reading a letter from Dolly, with whom they were in continual and frequent correspondence.
He felt that in the depth of his soul something had been put in its place, settled down, and laid to rest. He heard Agafea Mihalovna talking of how Prohor had forgotten his duty to God, and with the money Levin had given him to buy a horse, had been drinking without stopping, and had beaten his wife till he'd half killed her.
"Do what you like," said Pyotr Dmitritch, breathing hard, "only, for God's sake, make haste and fetch the doctor or the midwife! Has Vassily gone? Send some one else. Send your husband!" "It's the birth," Olga Mihalovna thought. "Varvara," she moaned, "but he won't be born alive!" "It's all right, it's all right, mistress," whispered Varvara. "Please God, he will be alive! he will be alive!"
He bowed first to the lady of the house, then to Marfa Timofyevna, and slowly drawing off his gloves, he advanced to take Marya Dmitrievna's hand. After kissing it respectfully twice he seated himself with deliberation in an arm-chair, and rubbing the very tips of his fingers together, he observed with a smile "And is Elisaveta Mihalovna quite well?"
I've been hating you all day; you see what you've done." Pyotr Dmitritch, too, got up and sat on the bed. "It's loathsome, loathsome, loathsome," Olga Mihalovna went on, beginning to tremble all over. "There's no need to congratulate me; you had better congratulate yourself! It's a shame, a disgrace. You have wrapped yourself in lies till you are ashamed to be alone in the room with your wife!
Some, absorbed in conversation, drank their tea slowly, keeping their glasses for half an hour; others, especially some who had drunk a good deal at dinner, would not leave the table, and kept on drinking glass after glass, so that Olga Mihalovna scarcely had time to fill them.
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