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Updated: May 24, 2025
Styopa stares at the finger with the wedding ring, listens to the unintelligible words, and dozes; he rubs his eyelids with his fists, and they shut all the tighter. "I am going to bed . . ." he says, stretching and yawning. "What, to bed?" says Pelageya Ivanovna. "What about supper before the fast?" "I don't want any." "Are you crazy?" says his mother in alarm.
"His guts have burst," as he says; the pain is so violent that he cannot utter a single word, and can only draw in his breath and clack his teeth like the rattling of a drum: "Boo boo boo boo. . . ." Her mother, Pelageya, has run to the master's house to say that Yefim is dying. She has been gone a long time, and ought to be back.
Your guests will wear bast slippers, but mine have boots of hide. Glory! The girl of whom the song is sung, much good it doth betide. Glory! The girl whose ring is taken out, will find it so without a doubt. Glory!" RAZLYULYÁYEV rolls up his sleeves, takes out a ring and gives it to LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. High time, high time! "In Bélgorod a sparrow small, Glory!
Here were cooks from the whole courtyard, the porter, two policemen, a non-commissioned officer with good-conduct stripes, and the boy Filka. . . . This Filka was generally hanging about the laundry playing with the dogs; now he was combed and washed, and was holding an ikon in a tinfoil setting. Pelageya was standing in the middle of the kitchen in a new cotton dress, with a flower on her head.
We ought to bow down to your feet; that's just it! You have taken a great sin from our souls; all our prayers could never have freed us from this sin. GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. What, am I a monster to my own family? PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. You're no monster, but you would have ruined your daughter through your own folly; I tell you this straight out!
You know what a girl's life is behind bolts and bars, never seeing the world! Now's their holiday! Yes, let 'em have a good time! ARÍNA. Yes, to be sure, to be sure! Why shouldn't they? PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Bring in some Madeira, Arinushka, the oldest we have; and gingerbread for the young people, and sweets whatever you choose! Attend to it yourself, but don't forget the Madeira.
Do you understand what you've done to me to-day? You've put me to shame before the whole town! If you felt this you wouldn't dare to show yourself in my sight and then you slink in and give me advice! If it were only a man talking and not you. LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. You'd better bow down to Lyubím Tortsóv's feet, just because he has put you to shame. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. That's it, dear Lyubím!
MÍTYA and PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Mítya, Mítya dear! MÍTYA. What do you want? PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Come up to us later on in the evening, my dear, and play with the girls. We're going to sing songs. MÍTYA. Thank you exceedingly, I shall make it my first duty. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Why are you always sitting alone in the office? It's not very cheerful! You'll come, won't you?
My father certainly did fume dreadfully at first, he even talked of the police; but I suppose he was bored with the enquiry of the day before and suddenly, to my aunt's indescribable amazement, he flew out not against us but against her. "You sicken me worse than a bitter radish, Pelageya Petrovna," he shouted, "with your watch. I don't want to hear any more about it!
"Mamma, tell us what happened to you in the barn." Pelageya Danilovna smiled. "Oh, I've forgotten..." she replied. "But none of you would go?" "Yes, I will; Pelageya Danilovna, let me! I'll go," said Sonya. "Well, why not, if you're not afraid?" "Louisa Ivanovna, may I?" asked Sonya.
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