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Updated: June 26, 2025
Elisaveta asked: "How is one to kill a beast who has grown iron and steel nails, and who has built his lair in the town? It is he who does the killing, and there's no end in sight to his ferocity." Nadezhda knitted her eyebrows, pressed her hands, and stubbornly repeated: "We shall kill him, we shall kill him." The sisters stayed to lunch.
Don't be angry with me, mamma. When I found out that you wanted to marry NÁDYA to him, I felt sorry for her. Líza! Go tell Nadezhda not to cry, that I have turned out NEGLIGÉNTOV. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. What's the matter with you? GRÍSHA. Let me go down-town; to-day's a holiday there. MADAM ULANBÉKOV. What do you want to go for? To stare at the drunkards? MADAM ULANBÉKOV. No, most certainly not!
VASILÍSA PEREGRÍNOVNA. They don't give a fig for you, benefactress, not a fig. They aren't a little bit afraid of you! MADAM ULANBÉKOV. They're going to find out pretty quick whether I amount to anything. Enter POTÁPYCH and NÁDYA. GAVRÍLOVNA and LÍZA look through the door. The same, POTÁPYCH and NÁDYA MADAM ULANBÉKOV. Nadezhda!
With a good-humoured glance in response, and his mouth open, Gubin waved a hand in greeting: "Good day to YOU, Nadezhda Ivanovna," he replied. "How are you this morning?" Somehow this made her blush, and cross her arms upon her ample bosom, while her kindly, rounded, eminently Russian face evinced the ghost of a shy smile.
The sisters learnt afterwards that they more often walked about naked here than in their clothes. The radiantly sad Nadezhda said to them: "To lull the beast to sleep and to awaken the human being that is the reason of our nakedness."
So tonight, until morning, Nadezhda will be able to kick up her heels to her heart's content." I too had begun to surmise that the woman was come thither for purposes of her own. Yet the scene was almost dreamlike in its beauty.
The golden-haired girl suddenly blushed as if she felt ashamed that the wealthy young women were looking at her naked shoulders and at her legs naked to the knee. But seeing that they too were barefoot and wore short skirts, she quickly recovered and smiled at them. "My name is Nadezhda Vestchezerova," she said. She looked attentively at the sisters.
Who knows what sorrow is hid behind a bright smile, and from what darkness has sprung the blossoming which gives sudden joy to a glance, elusively beautiful and born of unhappy worldly experience? "Did you find your way in easily?" asked the golden-haired Nadezhda with a friendly but subtle smile. "It's usually not a simple matter," she explained.
Nadezhda, standing at their top, turned away with a frown of repulsion at his approach, and nodded and beckoned to myself. "What has Yakov said to you?" she inquired "He has been reproaching me." "Reproaching you for what?" "For having spoken to you." She heaved a sigh. "Ah, the mischief-maker!" she exclaimed. "And what is it that he wants?"
Elisaveta suspected that Nadezhda wanted to change the subject. "We live here all day long, we eat here, we learn here, and we play here do everything here," said Nadezhda. "People have built cities to escape the wild beast, but they themselves have become like wild beasts, like savages."
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