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Updated: June 24, 2025
But there will be a man there who is no stranger to us our dear son-in-law, Afrikán Savvich. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Oh! Oh! What are you saying! KÓRSHUNOV. Yes, we've shaken hands on it, Pelagéya Egórovna. What are you afraid of? I'm not going to eat her! I won't give her up! GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Wife! PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. My dear Gordéy Kárpych! Don't trifle with a mother's heart! Stop!
Medinskaya did not kindle in the youth any sensual passion, for there was nothing in her that resembled Pelageya, and altogether she was not at all like other women. He knew that shameful rumours about her were in the air, but he did not believe any of them.
PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Kiss each other good-by; it may be that God will not let you see each other again. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. If I weren't sorry, I shouldn't be crying. MÍTYA. Will you permit me to speak, Pelagéya Egórovna? PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Speak! MÍTYA. This is what I have to say: Get her ready and put on her warm clothes.
Oh, misery! LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. He isn't here, mother. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA goes out. RAZLYULYÁYEV. There you are! Lyubím Kárpych is playing some famous tricks! Ha, ha, ha! He's cutting up such capers, it beats all! LÍZA. It isn't at all funny, it's just rude! MÁSHA. I simply didn't know what to do from embarrassment. They seat themselves on the sofa. LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH comes in.
Pelageya Danilovna Melyukova, a broadly built, energetic woman wearing spectacles, sat in the drawing room in a loose dress, surrounded by her daughters whom she was trying to keep from feeling dull. They were quietly dropping melted wax into snow and looking at the shadows the wax figures would throw on the wall, when they heard the steps and voices of new arrivals in the vestibule.
Pelageya Ivanovna's footsteps are heard through the door. Pavel Vassilitch winks towards the door and says: "There's mother coming. Let's get to work. Well, so you see, my boy," he says, raising his voice. "This fraction has to be multiplied by that one. Well, and to do that you have to take the numerator of the first fraction. . ." "Come to tea!" cries Pelageya Ivanovna.
PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Are you going for long? MÍTYA. Yes, I asked the master for a vacation, and it's most likely that I'll stay there for good. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. But why do you wish to leave us, Mítya? You see I've already decided. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. But when are you going? PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Very well, Mítya, if you are needed there we won't keep you; God be with you! Good-by!
But I love them, I'm naturally jolly; yes, I love to give a person a bite and to get them to sing songs to me! Yes, I take after my family. Our family are all jolly, and love singing. FIRST GUEST. When I look round, my dear Pelagéya Egórovna, there isn't the gayety that there used to be when we were young. SECOND GUEST. No, no.
Markovna takes a heaped spoonful of jam hesitatingly as though it were a powder, raises it to her lips, and with a sidelong look at Pavel Vassilitch, eats it; at once her face is overspread with a sweet smile, as sweet as the jam itself. "The jam is particularly good," she says. "Did you make it yourself, Pelageya Ivanovna, ma'am?" "Yes. Who else is there to do it? I do everything myself.
PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. If you please, Afrikán Savvich, I humbly beg you. KÓRSHUNOV takes the glass. PELAGÉYA EGÓROVNA. Oh, somehow I don't like this kind of wine! Well, yes! I'll take just a glass. Afrikán's our bachelor And Savvich still unwed. He jumped on the horse, The horse skips to and fro; He rides through the meadows, And green the meadows grow, And flowers blow." I like that.
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