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And though there was no wind, that lantern quivered from its own blinking, and everything seemed to quiver slightly. Yura was about to get up to go into the arbour and there begin life anew, with an imperceptible transition from the old, when suddenly he heard voices in the arbour. His mother and the wrong Yura Mikhailovich, the officer, were talking.
In the course of the conversation that followed the old Duke said some sharp things but he could not get anything but smiles from the Tsar, and when the old man's cigarette went out the Tsar lighted it for him. It was impossible to get an out and out talk, or satisfaction of any kind, and Nicholas Mikhailovich left the court in disgust.
That wrong Yura Mikhailovich had visited them several times; he even came once on horseback; but most of the time he came just before little Yura had to go to bed. And little Yura went to bed, while the unreal Yura Mikhailovich remained with mamma, and that caused him to feel alarmed and sad; he was afraid that mamma might be deceived.
But even in the corner the sword stood out alone one could see at once that it was a sword. Another thing that displeased Yura was that another officer came with Mitenka, an officer whom Yura knew and whose name was also Yura Mikhailovich. Yura thought that the officer must have been named so for fun.
He paid no attention to the real Yura Mikhailovich: and now, walking beside Mitenka, he did not seem to realise his guilt; he adjusted his moustaches and maintained silence. He kissed mamma's hand, and that seemed repulsive to little Yura; but the stupid Mitenka also kissed mamma's hand, and thereby set everything aright.
Stephen von Gaden, who with Samuel Collins was physician-in-ordinary to Czar Aleksey Mikhailovich, was instrumental in removing many disabilities from the Jews of Moscow and in the interior of Russia. Moses Coën, in consequence of the Cossack uprising, escaped to Moldavia, and was made court physician by the hospodar Vassile Lupu.
Listen, does he shake everybody's hand so firmly?" Mamma said: "What a question! Of course he does! That is no, not everybody." Yura Mikhailovich said: "I feel sorry for him." Mamma said: "For him?" And she laughed strangely. Yurochka understood that they were talking of him, of Yurochka but what did it all mean, O Lord? And why did she laugh? Yura Mikhailovich said: "Where are you going?
The right Yura grew petrified in his place; his heart stood still; and his breathing ceased. Mamma said: "Stop. You have lost your mind! Somebody may come in here." Yura Mikhailovich said: "And you?" Mamma said: "I am twenty-six years old to-day. I am old!" Yura Mikhailovich said: "He does not know anything. Is it possible that he does not know anything? He does not even suspect?
He was often as poor as a rat; he suffered from a horrible disease; he was sick and in prison, and no one visited him; he knew the bitterness of death. Such a man's testimony as to the value of life is worth attention; he was a faithful witness, and we know that his testimony is true. Fedor Mikhailovich Dostoevski was born on the 30 October 1821, at Moscow.
But some people were not satisfied with this alone, and they wanted to know his full name and then he replied with a certain effort: "Yura Mikhailovich." And after a moment's thought he added: "Yura Mikhailovich Pushkarev." An unusual day arrived. It was mother's birthday.
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