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Updated: May 28, 2025
"Why are you tormenting her, you fantastic creature?" cried Pyotr Stepanovitch in exasperation. "Lizaveta Nikolaevna, upon my oath, you can crush me into powder, but he is not guilty. On the contrary, it has crushed him, and he is raving, you see that.
'We must humour this rich lady's caprices, he decided inwardly; and as unconstrainedly as she had questioned him he answered, 'Yes; I am going to be married. 'To whom? To a foreigner? 'Yes. 'Did you get acquainted with her lately? In Frankfort? 'Yes. 'And what is she? May I know? 'Certainly. She is a confectioner's daughter. Maria Nikolaevna opened her eyes wide and lifted her eyebrows.
He was trying desperately with bold gesticulations to persuade Varvara Petrovna of something, but it was a long time before I could make out what it was. He appealed to Praskovya Ivanovna, and Lizaveta Nikolaevna too, even, in his excitement, addressed a passing shout to his father in fact he seemed all over the room at once.
I remember one of them said aloud on the occasion, "Everything's so boring, one can't be squeamish over one's amusements, as long as they're interesting." Only a few of them remained outside. The others went in a body into the dirty corridor, and amongst the others I saw, to my amazement, Lizaveta Nikolaevna.
The groom, a man of English extraction and English temperament, raised his hand to the beak of his cap without a word, jumped off his horse, and took him by the bridle. 'Well, now we are free as the birds of the air! cried Maria Nikolaevna. 'Where shall we go. North, south, east, or west? All is ours! No, do you know what: see, those glorious mountains and that forest!
'I will finish your sentence, Sophia Nikolaevna took me up; 'that girl you thought so cold, so listless and indifferent, loved your friend; that is why she has never married and never will marry. Till this day no one has known of this but me; Varia would die before she would betray her secret. In our family we know how to suffer in silence.
Only I ... confess ... I wonder why you say all this to me? Maria Nikolaevna edged a little away on the sofa. 'You wonder?... Are you slow to guess? Or so modest? Sanin lifted his head higher than before.
I took you for an extraordinary man, a genius; I loved you, and you have turned out a madman. . . ." Kovrin could read no more, he tore up the letter and threw it away. He was overcome by an uneasiness that was akin to terror. Varvara Nikolaevna was asleep behind the screen, and he could hear her breathing.
'In the first place, it doesn't surprise me in the least, Maria Nikolaevna interrupted; 'I have no prejudices either. I'm the daughter of a peasant myself. There! what can you say to that? What does surprise and delight me is to have come across a man who's not afraid to love. You do love her, I suppose? 'Yes. 'Is she very pretty?
"Go, do go!" she said, looking at him with timid and guilty eyes. He went out of the door without a word, and at once stumbled over Marya Nikolaevna, who had heard of his arrival and had not dared to go in to see him. She was just the same as when he saw her in Moscow; the same woolen gown, and bare arms and neck, and the same good-naturedly stupid, pockmarked face, only a little plumper.
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