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Updated: May 13, 2025
She "liked" the tobogganning, and yet as she got into the sledge she was, as both times before, pale, trembling, hardly able to breathe for terror. We went down for the third time, and I saw she was looking at my face and watching my lips. But I put my handkerchief to my lips, coughed, and when we reached the middle of the hill I succeeded in bringing out: "I love you, Nadya!"
Sasha got her tea and apples; and when the train began moving and he waved his handkerchief at her, smiling, it could be seen even from his legs that he was very ill and would not live long. Nadya reached her native town at midday.
And she did in fact hear voices below; Granny, greatly agitated, was asking questions rapidly. Then some one began crying. . . . When Nadya went downstairs Granny was standing in the corner, praying before the ikon and her face was tearful. A telegram lay on the table. For some time Nadya walked up and down the room, listening to Granny's weeping; then she picked up the telegram and read it.
You just watch then how I'll manage the house; it will be no worse at my house than at any fine lady's. LÍZA. God grant your wish! But do you notice how the young master is running after you? NÁDYA. Much good it'll do him!
And however much Nadya pondered she could not imagine why she had hitherto seen in her mother something special and exceptional, how it was she had not noticed that she was a simple, ordinary, unhappy woman. And Sasha downstairs was not asleep, she could hear him coughing.
LÍZA. What are you saying! Why, I really thought you were coming to the master as a joke. NÁDYA. As a joke! I can't bear an insult!
NÁDYA. What's the harm in it? LÍZA. I'm going, I'm going ... I shan't meddle. Where did you get that idea? LÍZA. Oh, don't dodge. We know, too.... What do you mean.... LEONÍD. Why not? I'll tell you what, you are the most precious thing on earth to me. NÁDYA. Is that really so? LEONÍD. You see, no one ever loved me before. NÁDYA. Aren't you fooling?
In the Shumins' house an evening service celebrated at the request of the grandmother, Marfa Mihalovna, was just over, and now Nadya she had gone into the garden for a minute could see the table being laid for supper in the dining-room, and her grandmother bustling about in her gorgeous silk dress; Father Andrey, a chief priest of the cathedral, was talking to Nadya's mother, Nina Ivanovna, and now in the evening light through the window her mother for some reason looked very young; Andrey Andreitch, Father Andrey's son, was standing by listening attentively.
It seemed to Nadya that she was very much excited, that her heart was heavier than ever before, that she would spend all the time till she went away in misery and agonizing thought; but she had hardly gone upstairs and lain down on her bed when she fell asleep at once, with traces of tears and a smile on her face, and slept soundly till evening. A cab had been sent for.
Just sit quietly, as we said we would. LEONÍD. Shall we sit like this, with our hands folded? Hear, a nightingale is singing in the thicket. Sit down and listen. How nice it is to listen! LEONÍD. Like this? NÁDYA. Yes, as we sit together. It seems as if I could sit here all my life and listen. What could be better, what more could one want?.... LEONÍD. Nádya, dear, that would really be a bore.
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