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Updated: June 8, 2025
His feet were bare, after the fashion of tailors who sit at work; and the first thing which caught the eye was his thumb, with a deformed nail thick and strong as a turtle's shell. About Petrovitch's neck hung a skein of silk and thread, and upon his knees lay some old garment.
Obviously the landowner was chaffing Sviazhsky, who, far from resenting it, was apparently amused by it. "But you see we manage our land without such extreme measures," said he, smiling: "Levin and I and this gentleman." He indicated the other landowner. "Yes, the thing's done at Mihail Petrovitch's, but ask him how it's done.
The petty details of agricultural management worried him; besides, it constantly struck him that Nikolai Petrovitch, for all his zeal and industry, did not set about things in the right way, though he would not have been able to point out precisely where Nikolai Petrovitch's mistake lay.
She has been in a sort of fever for the last few days, and has already made a regular plan for your becoming in the end an associate and even a partner in Pyotr Petrovitch's business, which might well be, seeing that you are a student of law. I am in complete agreement with her, Rodya, and share all her plans and hopes, and think there is every probability of realising them.
Pavel Petrovitch's unexpected action had alarmed every one in the house, and her more than any one; Prokofitch was the only person not agitated by it; he discoursed upon how gentlemen in his day used to fight, but only with real gentlemen; low curs like that they used to order a horsewhipping in the stable for their insolence.
But there, kindly tell me rather about the living in Moscow is it dear? 'No, not very. 'Not very.... And tell me, please, are there any gypsies in Moscow? 'What sort of gypsies? 'Why, such as hang about fairs? 'Yes, there are in Moscow.... 'Well, that's good news. I like gypsies, damn my soul! I like 'em.... And there was a gleam of reckless merriment in Piotr Petrovitch's eyes.
In her love for me there was something incongruous and burdensome, just as in Dmitri Petrovitch's friendship. It was a great, serious passion with tears and vows, and I wanted nothing serious in it no tears, no vows, no talk of the future. Let that moonlight night flash through our lives like a meteor and basta!
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