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Updated: June 25, 2025
Peter Nikolaevich was always fond of order, and wanted things to be regulated by law; and now he felt less able of allowing those raw and rude peasants to take possession, quite illegally too, of property that did not belong to them. He was glad of the opportunity of giving them a good lesson, and set seriously to work at once.
He had been employed on the estate, and knew all the whereabouts of Peter Nikolaevich. He wanted to get back the money he had lost, and stole the horses for that reason.
Lavretsky found Maria Dmitrievna alone in the drawing-room, which was redolent of Eau de Cologne and peppermint. Her head ached, she said, and she had spent a restless night. She received him with her usual languid amiability, and by degrees began to talk. "Tell me," she asked him, "is not Vladimir Nikolaevich a very agreeable young man?" "Who is Vladimir Nikolaevich?"
In another minute he had crossed the hall and entered the drawing-room, flourishing his whip in the air. At the same moment there appeared on the threshold of another doorway a tall, well-made, dark-haired girl of nineteen Maria Dmitrievna's elder daughter, Liza. The young man whom we have just introduced to our readers was called Vladimir Nikolaevich Panshine. He occupied a post at St.
In the orchard the fruit trees were well whitewashed and propped on poles to enable them to grow straight. Everything was looked after solid, clean, and in perfect order. Peter Nikolaevich rejoiced in the perfect condition of his estate, and was proud to have achieved it not by oppressing the peasants, but, on the contrary, by the extreme fairness of his dealings with them.
"Maman, maman," exclaimed a pretty little girl of eleven, who came running into the room, "Vladimir Nikolaevich is coming here on horseback." Maria Dmitrievna rose from her chair. Sergius Petrovich also got up and bowed. "My respects to Elena Mikhailovna," he said; and, discreetly retiring to a corner, he betook himself to blowing his long straight nose.
She was a tall, stoutish, good-looking woman. They had no children. Peter Nikolaevich had considerable practical talents and a strong will.
He had arranged that they should drive out to the forest and bring back the last supply of firewood he needed before spring. "What is that?" he thought, seeing the door of the stable wide open. "Hallo, who is there?" No answer. Peter Nikolaevich stepped into the stable.
At that very time the landowner, Liventsov, was trying to find a manager for his estate, and the Marshal of the Nobility recommended Peter Nikolaevich as the ablest man in the district in the management of land. The estate owned by Liventsov was an extremely large one, but there was no revenue to be got out of it, as the peasants appropriated all its wealth to their own profit.
"No, Peter Nikolaevich; I only want to show that in the cavalry the advantages are far less than in the infantry. Just consider my own position now, Peter Nikolaevich..." Berg always spoke quietly, politely, and with great precision. His conversation always related entirely to himself; he would remain calm and silent when the talk related to any topic that had no direct bearing on himself.
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