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Updated: May 17, 2025
Ivan was in his blackest mood. When, three hours before the departure of the Klin train, Piotr, taking his life in his hands, did admit Kashkine, it was half an hour before that rarest of diplomatists could bring the gleam of one faint smile across his old friend's face.
'Come, Andryusha, she said at last, 'you must thank Piotr Mihalitch; he will take you under his protection; he will take you to Petersburg. Andryusha almost fainted on the spot. 'Tell me candidly, began Mr. Benevolensky, in a voice filled with dignity and patronising indulgence; 'do you want to be an artist, young man?
The son of Andrei, Piotr, Fedor's grandfather, did not take after his father; he was a typical landowner of the steppes, rather a simpleton, loud-voiced, but slow to move, coarse but not ill-natured, hospitable and very fond of coursing with dogs.
Their cooled legs felt for some time afterwards the sensation of the water's loving caresses. Just as the running water falls in love with all beauty that is immersed in it, so Elena fell in love with all that her vision evoked for her. Most of all her love was directed towards Piotr. His love for Elisaveta wounded her with a sweet pain.
He began to sing loudly: "Awake, rise up...." But he became confused, stopped sadly, grew quiet, and blushed. The sisters laughed. Piotr had a surly look. Rameyev smiled benignly. Miss Harrison, pretending not to have noticed the discordant incident, calmly pressed the button of the electric bell attached on a cord to the hanging light to bring on the next course.
"A cigarette, then?" Trenchard again refused and Piotr Ivanovitch, having done his duty, relapsed into his muffled elegance. We sat very quietly there; Trenchard staring with distressed eyes in front of him.
Piotr smiled in a nervous and aggrieved manner, and asked: "You don't like it?" "I don't like it," said Elisaveta calmly. With her habitual subjection to the thoughts and moods of her elder sister, Elena said: "It is a rude word. I feel a reminiscence of a once helpless serfdom in it." "Nevertheless this word is now sufficiently literary," said Piotr, with a vague smile.
"My love is revolt." Piotr, ignoring her words, went on: "You know that I love you. I have loved you a long time. My whole soul is absorbed as with light with my love for you.
'Well, first there's Vassily Nikolaevitch, the head cashier; then Piotr, one clerk; Piotr's brother, Ivan, another clerk; the other Ivan, a clerk; Konstantin Narkizer, another clerk; and me here there's a lot of us, you can't count all of them. 'I suppose your mistress has a great many serfs in her house? 'No, not to say a great many. 'How many, then?
Other more feminine passions might indeed flare up in Olga Ivanovna's heart with abnormal and painful violence... but she had not the cold pride, nor the intense strength of will, nor the self-centred egoism, without which any passion passes quickly away. Piotr Fedoritch resumed: Gentlemen, I believe in blood, in race. Olga Ivanovna had more blood than, for instance, her foster sister, Natalia.
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