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Updated: June 24, 2025
"How are things at home?" she asked rapidly, and her pale face quivered. "How is mother?" "You know mother . . ." said Pyotr Mihalitch, not looking at her. "Petrusha, you've thought a great deal about what has happened," she said, taking hold of her brother's sleeve, and he knew how hard it was for her to speak.
"I tell you, Petrusha, our conscience is clear. We are not married, but there is no need for me to prove to you that our marriage is perfectly legitimate. You are as free in your ideas as I am, and, happily, there can be no disagreement between us on that point. As for our future, that ought not to alarm you.
That ought to do good. I did send word to my old man here, but I fancy that he did as he always does..." "Petrusha!" cried Stepan Trofimovitch, instantly roused from his stupefaction. He clasped his hands and flew to his son. "Pierre, mon enfant! Why, I didn't know you!" He pressed him in his arms and the tears rolled down his cheeks.
He sat down beside Pyotr Mihalitch and began saying what was utterly beside the point. "I have such a reverence for your sister, Petrusha," he said. "When I used to come and see you, I felt as though I were going to a holy shrine, and I really did worship Zina. Now my reverence for her grows every day. For me she is something higher than a wife yes, higher!" Vlassitch waved his hands.
As usual, her face wore the expression that seemed to say that though she was a weak, defenceless woman, she would allow no one to insult her. "Your mother has had no dinner again to-day," said his aunt. "You ought to do something about it, Petrusha. Starving oneself is no help in sorrow."
Even the stupidest man needs something great. Petrusha... oh, how I want to see them all again! They don't know, they don't know that that same Eternal, Grand Idea lies in them all!" Doctor Salzfish was not present at the ceremony. Coming in suddenly, he was horrified, and cleared the room, insisting that the patient must not be excited.
Of course, I shan't say so to my sister it will distress her; but you ought to know: mother is miserable beyond all description." "Yes, that's sad," sighed Vlassitch. "We foresaw that, Petrusha, but what could we have done? Because one's actions hurt other people, it doesn't prove that they are wrong. What's to be done! Every important step one takes is bound to distress somebody.
This room, too, was large and comfortless; in the middle of the room there was a round table with two leaves with six thick legs, and only one candle. A clock in a large mahogany case like an ikon stand pointed to half-past two. Vlassitch opened the door into the next room and said: "Zina, here is Petrusha come to see us!"
When their uncle Petrusha comes in the evening, they draw him aside, and complain to him of their father, who wanted to throw the kittens into the cesspool. "Uncle Petrusha, tell mamma to have the kittens taken to the nursery," the children beg their uncle, "do-o tell her." "There, there . . . very well," says their uncle, waving them off. "All right." Uncle Petrusha does not usually come alone.
They are we, we and those... and Petrusha and les autres avec lui... and I perhaps at the head of them, and we shall cast ourselves down, possessed and raving, from the rocks into the sea, and we shall all be drowned and a good thing too, for that is all we are fit for.
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