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Very soon, however, Petrusha sent his exact address from Switzerland for money to be sent him as usual; so he could not be exactly an exile. And now, after four years abroad, he was suddenly making his appearance again in his own country, and announced that he would arrive shortly, so there could be no charge against him. What was more, some one seemed to be interested in him and protecting him.
Something told Stepan Trofimovitch that the sensitive Petrusha would not relinquish anything that was to his interest.
Kirillov, in haste to be rid of the question again. He certainly was angry. "He's coming! At last I... you see, it's very long since I've see Petrusha!" Stepan Trofimovitch could not get away from this phrase. "Now I expect my poor boy to whom... to whom I have been so much to blame!
"It's surprising to me," Stepan Trofimovitch commented, greatly disconcerted. "Petrusha, c'est une si pauvre tete! He's good, noble-hearted, very sensitive, and I was so delighted with him in Petersburg, comparing him with the young people of to-day. But c'est un pauvre sire, tout de meme.... And you know it all comes from that same half-bakedness, that sentimentality.
Perhaps, too, in the early morning you may learn in an unpleasant way that other parts of the old system are not yet extinct. You may hear, for instance, resounding along the corridors such an order as "Petrusha! Petrusha! Stakan vody!" When the toilet operations are completed, and you order tea one always orders tea in Russia you will be asked whether you have your own tea and sugar with you.
It's the duty of man to make it so; that's the law of his nature, which always exists even if hidden.... Oh, I wish I could see Petrusha... and all of them... Shatov..." I may remark that as yet no one had heard of Shatov's fate not Varvara Petrovna nor Darya Pavlovna, nor even Salzfish, who was the last to come from the town.
"Come, be quiet, be quiet, no flourishes, that's enough, that's enough, please," Petrusha muttered hurriedly, trying to extricate himself from his embrace. "I've always sinned against you, always!" "Well, that's enough. We can talk of that later. I knew you'd carry on. Come, be a little more sober, please." "But it's ten years since I've seen you." "The less reason for demonstrations."
Oh, my son, oh, my Petrusha.... And though I do not deserve the name of father, but rather that of tiger, yet... Laissez-moi, mon ami, I'll lie down a little, to collect my ideas. I am so tired, so tired. And I think it's time you were in bed. Voyez vous, it's twelve o'clock...." SHATOV WAS NOT PERVERSE but acted on my note, and called at midday on Lizaveta Nikolaevna.
In the opportunity presented to them of giving a home to a poor orphan they saw a favour of God. Very soon they became truly attached to her, for one could not know her without loving her. My love no longer appeared a folly even to my father, and my mother thought only of the union of her Petrúsha with the Commandant's daughter. The news of my arrest electrified with horror my whole family.
"Thank you, Petrusha," Vlassitch began, clearing his throat. "I am very grateful to you for coming. It's generous and noble of you. I understand it, and, believe me, I appreciate it. Believe me." He looked out of the window and went on, standing in the middle of the room: "Everything happened so secretly, as though we were concealing it all from you.
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