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Being an inexperienced person who had not yet talked himself out, he derived great pleasure from the interchange of ideas and feelings, and he had a simple-hearted faith in the possibility of a calm and exalted friendship between a young man and a young girl. One day his three well-fed and skittish horses whirled him rapidly along to Mr. Perekatov's house. It was a summer day, close and sultry.
She bent down, picked up the flower, and gazed with tender, delighted amazement at Avdey. 'Bravo! cried Kister. 'And I can't swim... Lutchkov observed abruptly. Masha did not like that remark. 'What made him say that? she wondered. Lutchkov and Kister remained at Mr. Perekatov's till the evening.
Masha took it into her head to start a game of 'catch-catch. Maid-servants and footmen came out; Mr. Perekatov stood with his wife, Kister with Masha. The maids ran with deferential little shrieks; Mr. Perekatov's valet had the temerity to separate Nenila Makarievna from her spouse; one of the servant-girls respectfully paired off with her master; Fyodor Fedoritch was not parted from Masha.
Perekatov's daughter, Mashenka, was in face like her father. Nenila Makarievna had taken the greatest pains with her education. She spoke French well, and played the piano fairly.
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