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'Becky did not pull Joey's hair, Daisy corrected herself instantly. Much to the disgust of Becky, who wished to outgrow the Ghetto, even while she unconsciously manifested its worst heritages, Daisy picked up the Yiddish words and phrases, which, in spite of Becky's remonstrances, Natalya was too old to give up.
It was Natalya Stepanovna, or, as she was called, Kisotchka, the very girl I had been head over ears in love with seven or eight years before, when I was wearing the uniform of a high-school boy.
Looking straight into her eyes, he used to say: "Natalya! Tell me why are you so sad? Do you feel lonesome here with me?" "No," she replied shortly. "What then is it? Are you longing for your people?" "No, it's nothing." "What are you thinking about?" "I am not thinking." "What then?" "Oh, nothing!" Once he managed to get from her a more complete answer: "There is something confused in my heart.
"Tres faciunt collegium," I said gaily. "What if we were to ask Natalya Gavrilovna? What do you think? Fenya," I said, turning to the maid, "ask Natalya Gavrilovna to come upstairs to us, if possible at once. Tell her it's a very important matter." A little later Natalya Gavrilovna came in. I got up to meet her and said: "Excuse us for troubling you, Natalie.
I do not deserve that you should be torn out of your sphere for me.... And indeed all this, perhaps, is for the best. I shall perhaps be the stronger and the purer for this experience. 'I wish you all happiness. Farewell! Think sometimes of me. I hope that you may still hear of me. Natalya let Rudin's letter drop on to her lap, and sat a long time motionless, her eyes fixed on the ground.
And no one sees his love. It is seen only by the moon which floats in the sky and peeps caressingly through the holes in the wall of the deserted barn. "VOLODYA'S come!" someone shouted in the yard. "Master Volodya's here!" bawled Natalya the cook, running into the dining-room. "Oh, my goodness!"
You are standing on the threshold of life.... To dwell on your future is both pleasant and not unprofitable.... Listen: you know I am your friend; I take almost a brother's interest in you. And so I hope you will not think my question indiscreet; tell me, is your heart so far quite untouched? Natalya grew hot all over and said nothing, Rudin stopped, and she stopped too.
But Natalya read books too, the existence of which Mlle, Boncourt did not suspect; she knew all Pushkin by heart. Natalya flushed slightly at meeting Rudin. 'Are you going for a walk? he asked her. 'Yes. We are going into the garden. 'May I come with you? Natalya looked at Mlle, Boncourt 'Mais certainement, monsieur; avec plaisir, said the old lady promptly.
'Have you noticed, he began, turning sharply round on his heels, 'that on the oak and the oak is a strong tree the old leaves only fall off when the new leaves begin to grow? 'Yes, answered Natalya slowly, 'I have noticed it' 'That is what happens to an old love in a strong heart; it is dead already, but still it holds its place; only another new love can drive it out. Natalya made no reply.
The sudden change from a lone old lady to a mater-familias was not, however, so charming as Natalya had imagined.
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