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Updated: June 19, 2025
The events we have described rose clearly and consecutively before his mental vision.... But when he reached the moment when he addressed that humiliating prayer to Madame Polozov, when he grovelled at her feet, when his slavery began, he averted his gaze from the images he had evoked, he tried to recall no more.
To him flew up another man, also very well dressed but with a Russian face his valet. Polozov observed to him that for the future he should always take him everywhere with him, for the night before at Frankfort, he, Polozov, had been left for the night without hot water! The valet portrayed his horror on his face, and bending down quickly, took off his master's goloshes.
But had he not been in such an exceptional state of mind he would most likely have expressed himself differently; Maria Nikolaevna Polozov, by birth Kolishkin, was a very striking personality. And not that she was of a beauty to which no exception could be taken; traces of her plebeian origin were rather clearly apparent in her.
The great thing is to talk a lot to her ... something for her to laugh at. Tell her about your love, or something ... but make it more amusing, you know. 'How more amusing? 'Oh, you told me, you know, that you were in love, wanting to get married. Well, then, describe that. Sanin was offended. 'What do you find laughable in that? Polozov only rolled his eyes.
'You don't meddle? Not in any of her affairs? Polozov again shifted his eyes. 'Not in any, my boy. She does as she likes, and so do I. 'Where are you going now? Sanin inquired. 'I'm not going anywhere just now; I'm standing in the street and talking to you; but when we've finished talking, I'm going back to my hotel, and am going to have lunch. 'Would you care for my company?
Polozov dropped into an arm-chair, groaned, 'Oh, the heat! and loosened his cravat. Then he rang up the head-waiter, and ordered with intense care a very lavish luncheon. 'And at one, the carriage is to be ready! Do you hear, at one o'clock sharp! The head-waiter obsequiously bowed, and cringingly withdrew. Polozov unbuttoned his waistcoat.
I beg your pardon, Maria Nikolaevna repeated with the same smile. She nodded to Sanin, and turning swiftly, vanished through the doorway, leaving behind her a fleeting but graceful impression of a charming neck, exquisite shoulders, an exquisite figure. Polozov got up, and rolling ponderously, went out by the same door.
Her evening dress she had exchanged for a full lilac silk tea-gown, with open hanging sleeves; a thick twisted cord was fastened round her waist. 'I'm not sleepy, observed Polozov, getting up ponderously from his easy-chair; 'but as for getting along, I'm ready to get along and to kiss your hand. She gave him the palm of her hand, still smiling and looking at Sanin.
Yesterday I must confess I thought no more of you than of the Emperor of China, and to-day I'm driving with you to sell my estate to your wife, of whom, too, I have not the slightest idea. 'Anything may happen, responded Polozov. 'When you've lived a bit longer, you won't be surprised at anything. For instance, can you fancy me riding as an orderly officer?
Polozov wiped his face with a silk handkerchief and puffed painfully, as though to say, 'Have mercy on me; don't force me to utter another word. You see how hard it is for me. Sanin left him in peace, and again sank into meditation. The hotel in Wiesbaden, before which the carriage stopped, was exactly like a palace.
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