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Updated: May 11, 2025
"And Elena Mikhailovna?" "Lenochka is in the garden also. Have you any news?" "Rather!" replied the visitor, slowly screwing up his eyes, and protruding his lips. "Hm! here is a piece of news, if you please, and a very startling one, too. Fedor Ivanovich Lavretsky has arrived." "Fedia!" exclaimed Marfa Timofeevna. "You're inventing, are you not?" "Not at all. I have seen him with my own eyes."
Agafya Mikhailovna was an old woman who lived at first in the kitchen of "the other house" and afterward on the home farm. Tall and thin, with big, thoroughbred eyes, and long, straight hair, like a witch, turning gray, she was rather terrifying, but more than anything else she was queer.
When my father heard of it, he said jokingly to Agafya Mikhailovna: "Aren't you ashamed that a man had to trudge two miles through the frost at night all for the sake of your telegram?" "Trudge, trudge? Angels bore him on their wings. Trudge, indeed! You get three telegrams from an outlandish Jew woman," she growled, "and telegrams every day about your Golokhvotika.
Maria Dmitrievna launched out into a description of her cares, her efforts, her maternal feelings. Lavretsky listened to her in silence, and twirled his hat in his hands. His cold, unsympathetic look at last disconcerted the talkative lady. "And what do you think of Liza?" she asked. "Lizaveta Mikhailovna is an exceedingly handsome girl," replied Lavretsky.
"I have already introduced myself to Lizaveta Mikhailovna," interrupted Lavretsky. "Monsieur Panshine Sergius Petrovich Gedeonovsky. But do sit down. I look at you, and, really, I can scarcely trust my eyes. But tell me about your health; is it good?" "I am quite well, as you can see. "When I think what a number of years it is since we last saw one another," musingly said Maria Dmitrievna.
And I began to think: "Who am I? What am I?" and so I spent the whole night thinking about it. "Why, imagine this is Socrates! 'Know thyself," said my father, telling the story with great enthusiasm. In the autumn he used to go wolf-hunting with my father and us, with the borzois, and Agafya Mikhailovna loved him for that. Styopa's examination was in the spring.
"What are you saying, Vladimir Nikolaevich? This German is a poor, lonely, broken man; and you feel no pity for him! you feel tempted to tease him!" Panshine seemed a little disconcerted. "You are right, Lizaveta Mikhailovna," he said "The fault is entirely due to my perpetual thoughtlessness. No, do not contradict me. I know myself well. My thoughtlessness has done me no slight harm.
"I know I promised," replied Ivan; "but still I must refuse to do as you wish." "But why, fool, will you not fulfill your promise?" asked Tarras. "For the reason that your gold was the means of depriving Mikhailovna of her cow." "But how did that happen?" inquired Tarras. "It happened in this way," said Ivan.
Theodorite was still in bed: so were the other members of the household Anna Mikhailovna, its mistress; her sister, the widow of a general; and a landscape painter who lived with the family.
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