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Updated: June 6, 2025
Then she would tell stories of her youth in Poland comic tales mixed with tales of oppression and the memories of ancient wrong. And Daisy would weep and laugh and thrill. The fusion of races had indeed made her sensitive and intelligent beyond the common, and Natalya was not unjustified in planning out for her some illustrious future.
Rudin himself shed tears too, but he was not weeping because he was parting from Bassistoff. His tears were the tears of wounded vanity. Natalya had gone to her own room, and there she read Rudin's letter. 'Dear Natalya Alexyevna, he wrote her, 'I have decided to depart. There is no other course open to me. I have decided to leave before I am told plainly to go.
'Perhaps, perhaps, interrupted Natalya, 'perhaps you are right; I don't know what I am saying. But up to this time I believed in you, believed in every word you said.... For the future, pray keep a watch upon your words, do not fling them about at hazard.
But there's all the difference between word and deed, and you were afraid now, just as you were afraid the day before yesterday at dinner of Volintsev. The colour rushed to Rudin's face. Natalya's unexpected energy had astounded him; but her last words wounded his vanity. 'You are too angry now, Natalya Alexyevna, he began; 'you cannot realise how bitterly you wound me.
About eleven in the morning Natalya said: 'Light the candles, Daisy, the Sabbath is coming in. Daisy spread a white tablecloth on the old wooden table, placed the copper candlesticks upon it, drew it to the bedside, and lighted the candles. They burned with curious unreality in the full August sunshine. A holy peace overspread the old-clo' woman's face.
'Ach, we shut the door! And the inaccessible baby took on a tenfold desirability. 'It's all right, said Becky. 'Just turn the handle. Natalya obeyed and ran in. There was the baby, not crying, but sleeping peacefully. Natalya snatched it up frenziedly, and hurried the fresh-squalling bundle into the cab. 'Taking Daisy? cried Becky. 'But she isn't yours!
'A Gentleman of the Bedchamber, a new arrival; maman speaks very highly of him. 'Your mother is quick to take fancies to people. 'That shows that her heart is still young, observed Natalya. 'Yes. I shall soon bring you your mare. She is almost quite broken in now. I want to teach her to gallop, and I shall manage it soon. 'Merci!... But I'm quite ashamed.
Meanwhile Rudin had approached Natalya. She got up; her face expressed her confusion. Volintsev, who was sitting near her, got up too. 'I see a piano, began Rudin, with the gentle courtesy of a travelling prince; 'don't you play on it? 'Yes, I play, replied Natalya, 'but not very well. Here is Konstantin Diomiditch plays much better than I do. Pandalevsky put himself forward with a simper.
I know very well how bitter it is, how painful, how unendurable. But consider yourself, Natalya Alexyevna; I am poor. It is true I could work; but even if I were a rich man, could you bear a violent separation from your family, your mother's anger?... No, Natalya Alexyevna; it is useless even to think of it.
Often there were two sacks, quite filling the interior of a four-wheeler, and then Natalya would ride triumphantly beside her cabby on the box, the two already the best of friends. Things went ill if Natalya did not end by trading off something in the sacks against the fare at a new profit. But to-day she was too excited to strike more than a mediocre bargain.
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