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Updated: June 9, 2025
I remember that my first impression of him was that he was so completely beneath the domination of some idea or remembrance that, at that moment, no human being could touch him. When I took Trenchard up to him I was so conscious of his remoteness that I was embarrassed and apologetic. And if I was aware of Nikitin's remoteness I was equally conscious of Andrey Vassilievitch's proximity.
Like water behind glass, like music behind a screen, Nikitin's voice comes back to me dim but so close, mysterious but so intimate. Ah, the questions that I would ask him now if only I might have those morning hours over again! "You're a solemn man altogether, Durward.
In some curious fashion that silent plain wife of his had been very frequently in my thoughts; there had not been enough in Nikitin's account to explain to me his passion for her, and yet her ghost, as though evoked by the memories both of Nikitin and her husband, had seemed to me, sometimes, to be present with us.... I waited.
"Ah, I know those people who are 'anxious to do everything.... Don't I know? Don't you remember Sister Anna Maria? anxious to do everything, anything and then, when it came to it, not even the simplest bandage.... Nikitin's a good man," he added, "one of the best doctors in Petrograd. We've no doctors of our own now, you know except of course Alexei Petrovitch.
And as usual he began slowly and emphatically saying what everybody knew. Nikitin's first lesson was on Russian language in the second class. When at nine o'clock punctually he went into the classroom, he saw written on the blackboard two large letters M. S. That, no doubt, meant Masha Shelestov. "They've scented it out already, the rascals . . ." thought Nikitin. "How is it they know everything?"
I think he has got away with two thousand silver rubles and five hundred rubles' worth of articles, the carpet that he won at Mukhin's, Nikitin's pistols, Sada's gold watch which Vorontsof gave him. He has lost it all." "The truth of the matter in his case," said Lieutenant O., "was that he used to cheat everybody; it was impossible to play with him."
I heard, from a great distance as it seemed, the soldier's "Na ... Na! Na ... na!" I replied to him as a nurse to her child. "Na ... na! Na ... na!" ... Then I heard Nikitin's voice.... Half an hour after my adventure I was watching the dawn flood the sky from the little garden at the back of the cottage.
I looked at the dim lamp, at the square patch beyond the windows, at Nikitin's long body, which seemed nevertheless so perfectly comfortable, and at Andrey Vassilievitch's short fat one, which was so obviously miserably uncomfortable; I smelt the cabbage, the dust, the sunflower seeds; first one bone then another ached, in the centre of my back there was an intolerable irritation; above all, there was in my brain some strange insistent compulsion, as though some one were forcing me to remember something that I had forgotten, or as though again some one were fore-warning me of some peril or complication.
"They have brought some cauldrons from Nikitin's," said the student, "and he is begging us to take them. And what business is it of ours to take them?" "Do be so kind, your honour, and set things right! The horses have been two days without food and the master, for sure, will be angry. Are we to take them back, or what? The railway ordered the cauldrons, so it ought to take them. . . ."
And she rolled the r so impressively that Mushka invariably answered from under a chair, "Rrr . . . nga-nga-nga . . . !" On this occasion at tea the argument began with Nikitin's mentioning the school examinations. "Excuse me, Sergey Vassilitch," Varya interrupted him. "You say it's difficult for the boys. And whose fault is that, let me ask you?
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