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Updated: May 16, 2025
It was a huge stone mansion, built after designs of Rastrelli in the taste of last century, and in a commanding position on the summit of a hill, at whose base flowed one of the principal rivers of central Russia. Darya Mihailovna herself was a wealthy and distinguished lady, the widow of a privy councillor. Pandalevsky said of her, that she knew all Europe and all Europe knew her!
But I, he added, turning to Bassistoff, 'have been out a long while already; it's my passion to enjoy nature. 'We saw how you were enjoying nature, muttered Bassistoff. 'You are a materialist, God knows what you are imagining! I know you. When Pandalevsky spoke to Bassistoff or people like him, he grew slightly irritated, and pronounced the letter s quite clearly, even with a slight hiss.
Pandalevsky began to play. Natalya was standing near the piano, directly facing Rudin. At the first sound his face was transfigured. His dark blue eyes moved slowly about, from time to time resting upon Natalya. Pandalevsky finished playing. Rudin said nothing and walked up to the open window. A fragrant mist lay like a soft shroud over the garden; a drowsy scent breathed from the trees near.
Meanwhile Rudin had approached Natalya. She got up; her face expressed her confusion. Volintsev, who was sitting near her, got up too. 'I see a piano, began Rudin, with the gentle courtesy of a travelling prince; 'don't you play on it? 'Yes, I play, replied Natalya, 'but not very well. Here is Konstantin Diomiditch plays much better than I do. Pandalevsky put himself forward with a simper.
'But have you seen him? inquired Volintsev. 'I saw him this morning at Darya Mihallovna's. You know he is her first favourite now. The time will come when she will part with him Pandalevsky is the only man she will never part with but now he is supreme. I saw him, to be sure! He was sitting there, and she showed me off to him, "see, my good friend, what queer fish we have here!"
'Aha, my good sir! Pandalevsky in his turn reflected; 'it's not long since you behaved like the master here, and now this is how you have to express yourself! 'Then I suppose you have unsatisfactory news from your estate? he articulated, with his customary ease. 'Yes, replied Rudin drily. 'Some failure of crops, I suppose? 'No; something else.
She received him in her study, as she had that first time, two months before. But now she was not alone; with her was sitting Pandalevsky, unassuming, fresh, neat, and agreeable as ever.
He dressed untidily and wore his hair long not from affectation, but from laziness; he liked eating and he liked sleeping, but he also liked a good book, and an earnest conversation, and he hated Pandalevsky from the depths of his soul.
Only to expose myself to insolence! But in Darya Mihailovna's house something extraordinary had been happening. The lady herself did not appear the whole morning, and did not come in to dinner; she had a headache, declared Pandalevsky, the only person who had been admitted to her room. Natalya, too, Rudin scarcely got a glimpse of: she sat in her room with Mlle.
It had been recently built and whitewashed, and looked out hospitably with its wide light windows from the thick foliage of the old limes and maples. 'So what message do you give me for Darya Mihailovna? began Pandalevsky, slightly hurt at the fate of the flower he had given her. 'Will you come to dinner? She invites your brother too. 'Yes; we will come, most certainly. And how is Natasha?
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