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To the surprise even of Piotr, this attitude amused rather than angered Ivan; and, his summer's work polished and sent away, he smiled in his sleeve and urbanely donned his new garb, determined to play the part assigned him till ennui should tear away domino and mask. By the time he arrived the "season" was already in a vigorous infancy.
"Very well, then, we'll establish Utopia," said Trirodov, unruffled. "But as a beginning you hope to destroy what exists?" asked Piotr. "Why?" exclaimed Trirodov, astonished. Strangely agitated, Piotr said: "The comrades' proposed division of land, if carried into force, would lead to a crushing of culture and science." "I don't understand this alarm for science and culture," replied Trirodov.
I brought out a bottle of rum. I was not wrong in taking my new acquaintance for a country gentleman of small property. His name was Piotr Petrovitch Karataev. We got into conversation. In less than half-an-hour after his arrival, he was telling me his whole life with the most simple-hearted openness.
Piotr sighed and said quietly, as if fatigued: "I have no cause to say these malicious words. Perhaps you are right. But it is so hard for me!" Nevertheless this conversation did much to soothe Piotr. Thoughts about Elena returned to him oftener and oftener, and became more and more tender.
But so restless had been his recent nights that his very protests drifted presently into sound unconsciousness, and he only awoke at candle-light, to find Piotr bending over him, and his promised suit, gorgeous even beyond expectation, lying at hand. And here Michael showed a touch of his wonderful knowledge of human weakness; for that suit played havoc with Ivan.
The heart-broken old man soothed her, and at once sent off his own carriage for his daughter-in-law, for the first time giving her the title of Malanya Sergyevna. Malanya came with her son and Marfa Timofyevna, who would not on any consideration allow her to go alone, and was unwilling to expose her to any indignity. Half dead with fright, Malanya Sergyevna went into Piotr Andreitch's room.
The moon now looked straight into Piotr's handsome face, which seemed pale and strange in the cold, lifeless light. Trirodov began in a trembling, agitated voice: "Ah, that is you?" "As you see," said Piotr in a tone of derision. "I didn't expect to meet you here," said Trirodov. "I took you for...." But he did not finish. Piotr, somewhat vexed, asked him: "For whom?"
He eyed him fixedly and recalled where he had met him, whereupon he frowned and asked the sisters: "Who is this?" "A very inquisitive person who somehow has got an idea that we have many interesting things to tell him about Trirodov," said Elisaveta with a smile. Ostrov raised his hat and said: "I've had the honour to see you on the float." "Well, what of it?" asked Piotr sharply.
Vassilissa! 'What do you want? 'Whom were you talking to? 'What's that to you? 'I only asked. Pyetushkov came out of the back room in a parti-coloured smoking-jacket with tucked-up sleeves, and a strainer in his hand. 'Oh, a friend of mine, answered Vassilissa. 'What friend? 'Oh, Piotr Petrovitch. 'Piotr Petrovitch? ... what Piotr Petrovitch? 'He's one of your lot.
In each cart there were one or two peasants in sheepskin coats, unbuttoned. 'Yes, sir, replied Piotr. 'Where are they going, to the town? 'To the town, I suppose. To the gin-shop, he added contemptuously, turning slightly towards the coachman, as though he would appeal to him.
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