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Updated: May 21, 2025
You can get a very good account of everything from Annotchka; she will tell you about the theatre ... and all the rest of it. She is a clever girl, well educated: speaks French, and reads books, as well as her sister did. One may say indeed she gave her her education ... she was older and so she looked after it. Madame Milovidov withdrew.
She'll tell you everything better than I can.... Annotchka! called Madame Milovidov, 'Annotchka, come here! Here is a worthy gentleman from Moscow wants to have a talk about Katia! There was a sound of something moving in the next room; but no one appeared. 'Annotchka! the widow called again, 'Anna Semyonovna! come here, I tell you!
'Eh! she pronounced with a sigh ... 'I'm her mother, any way and terribly I'm grieved for her.... Such a calamity all of a sudden!... But I must say it: a crazy girl she always was and what a way to meet with her end! Such a disgrace.... Only fancy what it was for a mother? we must be thankful indeed that they gave her a Christian burial.... Madame Milovidov crossed herself.
Madame Milovidov was in the habit of lying down directly after dinner at two o'clock and resting till evening tea at seven. Aratov's talk with Clara's sister was not exactly a conversation; she did almost all the talking, at first with hesitation, with embarrassment, then with a warmth that refused to be stifled. It was obvious that she had adored her sister.
From his account Aratov learnt that Clara Militch's real name was Katerina Milovidov; that her father, now dead, had held the post of drawing-master in a school in Kazan, had painted bad portraits and holy pictures of the regulation type; that he had besides had the character of being a drunkard and a domestic tyrant; that he had left behind him, first a widow, of a shopkeeper's family, a quite stupid body, a character straight out of an Ostrovsky comedy; and secondly, a daughter much older than Clara and not like her a very clever girl, and enthusiastic, only sickly, a remarkable girl and very advanced in her ideas, my dear boy!
Poor, poor Katia!... But you will give me back the diary, she added emphatically. 'And if you write anything, be sure to send it me.... Do you hear? The entrance of Madame Milovidov saved Aratov from the necessity of a reply. He had time, however, to murmur, 'You are an angel! Thanks! I will send anything I write.... Madame Milovidov, half awake, did not suspect anything.
He was admitted ... with perplexity and alarm still he was admitted. The house of the widow Milovidov turned out to be exactly as Kupfer had described it; and the widow herself really was like one of the tradesmen's wives in Ostrovsky, though the widow of an official; her husband had held his post under government.
'Now, then, you must talk to the gentleman, said Madam Milovidov, getting up heavily: 'he's taken trouble enough, he's come all the way from Moscow on purpose he wants to collect information about Katia. And will you, my good sir, she added, addressing Aratov 'excuse me ... I'm going to look after my housekeeping.
Madame Milovidov did not interrupt Aratov; she did not understand very well what this unknown visitor was saying to her, and merely opened her eyes rather wide and rolled them upon him, thinking, however, that he had a quiet respectable air, was well dressed ... and not a pickpocket ... hadn't come to beg. 'You are speaking of Katia? she inquired, directly Aratov was silent.
'Yes ... of your daughter. 'And you have come from Moscow for this? 'Yes, from Moscow. 'Only on this account? 'Yes. Madame Milovidov gave herself a sudden shake. 'Why, are you an author? Do you write for the newspapers? 'No, I'm not an author and hitherto I have not written for the newspapers. The widow bowed her head. She was puzzled.
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