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Her hand was a little smaller than his hand, but much warmer and smoother and whiter and more full of life. 'Only, do you know what strikes me? 'What? 'You won't be angry? No? You say she is betrothed to you. But was that ... was that quite necessary? Sanin frowned. 'I don't understand you, Maria Nikolaevna.
As she said these words, Maria Nikolaevna positively bent her head a little on one side so as to look more intently and piercingly into Sanin's eyes.
She came to a standstill at the piano. 'What am I to play you? she inquired. 'What you like ... one of Chopin's nocturnes. Sophia began the nocturne. She played rather badly, but with feeling. Her sister played nothing but polkas and waltzes, and even that very seldom. A queer creature was that Varvara! I sat down near Sophia. 'Sophia Nikolaevna, I began, watching her intently from one side.
Infame traditore! Sanin closes his eyes, shakes his head, turns away again and again, but still he sees himself sitting in a travelling carriage on the narrow front seat ... In the comfortable places facing the horses sit Maria Nikolaevna and Ippolit Sidoritch, the four horses trotting all together fly along the paved roads of Wiesbaden to Paris! to Paris!
"Enough, Nikolay Dmitrievitch!" said Marya Nikolaevna, stretching out her plump, bare arm towards the decanter. "Let it be! Don't insist! I'll beat you!" he shouted. Marya Nikolaevna smiled a sweet and good-humored smile, which was at once reflected on Nikolay's face, and she took the bottle. "And do you suppose she understands nothing?" said Nikolay. "She understands it all better than any of us.
'You don't like it, forgive me, I won't do it, don't be angry! Polozov came in from the next room with a newspaper in his hand. 'What do you want? Or is dinner ready? 'Dinner'll be ready directly, but just see what I've read in the Northern Bee ... Prince Gromoboy is dead. Maria Nikolaevna raised her head. 'Ah! I wish him the joys of Paradise!
She dropped her head, seemed lost in thought, raised a handkerchief to her lips, and convulsive sobs, tearing her by their violence, were suddenly wrung from her breast. She threw herself, face downwards, on the sofa, trying to stifle them, but still her body heaved and throbbed like a captured bird. 'Elena Nikolaevna for God's sake, Bersenyev was repeating over her. 'Ah!
Even the pride and disdainful aloofness for which he had been so detested four years before was now liked and respected. Varvara Petrovna was triumphant. I don't know whether she grieved much over the shattering of her dreams concerning Lizaveta Nikolaevna. Family pride, of course, helped her to get over it.
"You're of the Kiev university?" said Konstantin Levin to Kritsky, to break the awkward silence that followed. "Yes, I was of Kiev," Kritsky replied angrily, his face darkening. "And this woman," Nikolay Levin interrupted him, pointing to her, "is the partner of my life, Marya Nikolaevna.
Maria Nikolaevna knew how to tell a story ... a rare gift in a woman, and especially in a Russian one! She did not restrict herself in her expressions; her countrywomen received particularly severe treatment at her hands. Sanin was more than once set laughing by some bold and well-directed word. Above all, Maria Nikolaevna had no patience with hypocrisy, cant, and humbug.
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