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Leaving Nikolai Petrovitch in his study, he walked along the corridor, which separated the front part of the house from the back; when he had reached a low door, he stopped in hesitation, then pulling his moustaches, he knocked at it. 'Who's there? Come in, sounded Fenitchka's voice. 'It's I, said Pavel Petrovitch, and he opened the door.
In 1848, this difference had grown less; Nikolai Petrovitch had lost his wife, Pavel Petrovitch had lost his memories; after the death of the princess he tried not to think of her.
When Brown by strategy got inside the red-and-white striped poles which marked the entrance to the Over War Lord's quarters, he was at once arrested and taken before Major Nikolai, head of the Kaiser's bodyguard and chief of the field detectives.
Jealousies, each of the other, burned fiercely, and, aged three, they scratched blood from one another over the favor of the shoemaker's tot of a girl. And once, to her soul-sickness, Nikolai, the black one, had found out the vodka and drunk of it until she discovered him in a little stupor beside the cupboard.
'I think so too, observed Arkady approving, 'Stoff und Kraft is written in popular language.... 'So it seems, Nikolai Petrovitch said the same day after dinner to his brother, as he sat in his study, 'you and I are behind the times, our day's over. Well, well.
On reaching his home, we found the yard well swept, and in the doorway a woman on her knees with her back toward us, scrubbing the floor. It was the Saturday cleaning day. "Hullo!" Nikolai roared in a tremendously loud voice, stopping dead in his tracks as he did so. "Good heavens!" she exclaimed, hastily mopping up the rest of the floor. "Look at all the cleaning that goes on here!"
Nikolai Petrovitch with his son and Bazarov walked through a dark and almost empty hall, from behind the door of which they caught a glimpse of a young woman's face, into a drawing-room furnished in the most modern style. 'Here we are at home, said Nikolai Petrovitch, taking off his cap, and shaking back his hair. 'That's the great thing; now we must have supper and rest.
Nikolai Artemyevitch was twenty-five years old when he 'hooked' Anna Vassilyevna; he retired from the service and went into the country to manage the property. He was soon tired of country life, and as the peasants' labour was all commuted for rent he could easily leave the estate; he settled in Moscow in his wife's house.
Do you hear, do you hear, Anna Vassilyevna? And you know, I presume, who lives there? 'Yes, I know; my husband. Nikolai Artemyevitch's eyes were starting out of his head. 'Your 'My husband, repeated Elena; 'I am married to Dmitri Nikanorovitch Insarov. 'You? married? was all Anna Vassilyevna could articulate. 'Yes, mamma.... Forgive me. A fortnight ago, we were secretly married.
As the words of the order were read out, there were a few involuntary contractions of the muscles in Nikolai's face, which was damp with perspiration; there quivered in it the poor man's curse, at never having a way of escape; a false step, and he is caught, a lost dollar, and he comes before the court. After another examination Nikolai was acquitted for want of evidence.
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