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Updated: June 19, 2025
'What a clever darling you are! cried Maria Nikolaevna, turning to him; 'how well you carried out all my commissions in Frankfort! I could give you a kiss on your forehead for it, but you're not very keen after kisses. 'I'm not, responded Polozov, and he cut a pine-apple with a silver knife. Maria Nikolaevna looked at him and drummed with her fingers on the table.
It became apparent to Sanin that she had been through a great deal more in her time than the majority of women of her age. Polozov ate meditatively, drank attentively, and only occasionally cast first on his wife, then on Sanin, his lightish, dim-looking, but, in reality, very keen eyes.
"If it comes to that, my dear madam, Maria Nikolaevna Polozov," you were going to say, "anything more curious than your marriage it would be impossible to conceive.... I know your husband well, from a child!" That's what you were going to say, you who can swim! 'Excuse me, Sanin was beginning.... 'Isn't it the truth? Isn't it the truth? Maria Nikolaevna pronounced insistently.
Polozov saw his wife out, and at once waddled back to his easy-chair. 'Mind now! Don't forget the letter to the overseer, Maria Nikolaevna shouted to him from the hall. 'I'll write, don't worry yourself. I'm a business-like person.
Sanin was inwardly delighted indeed at this freak on the part of Madame Polozov; if, he thought, she is anxious to impress me, to dazzle me, perhaps, who knows, she will be accommodating about the price of the estate.
And why would these questions keep coming into his head, when he, Sanin, had really no interest whatever in either Polozov or his wife? Why could he not drive away that intrusive image, even when he turned with his whole soul to another image, clear and bright as God's sunshine? How, through those almost divine features, dare those others force themselves upon him?
'I shall be longing for you back, my dear one! A few instants later Sanin was running along the street to his lodging. He did not even notice that Pantaleone, all dishevelled, had darted out of the shop-door after him, and was shouting something to him and was shaking, as though in menace, his lifted hand. Exactly at a quarter to one Sanin presented himself before Polozov.
'What are you laughing at? the latter inquired, very carefully peeling his orange with his short white nails. 'What at? repeated Sanin. 'Why, at our journey together. 'What about it? Polozov inquired again, dropping into his mouth one of the longitudinal sections into which an orange parts. 'It's so very strange.
That's good for you; without that you'd turn into a mummy altogether. Here I've brought a visitor. Make haste and ring! Let us have coffee the best coffee in Saxony cups on a snow-white cloth! She threw off her hat and gloves, and clapped her hands. Polozov looked at her from under his brows. 'What makes you so skittish to-day, Maria Nikolaevna? he said in an undertone.
Bells were promptly set ringing in its inmost recesses; a fuss and bustle arose; men of good appearance in black frock-coats skipped out at the principal entrance; a door-keeper who was a blaze of gold opened the carriage doors with a flourish. Like some triumphant general Polozov alighted and began to ascend a staircase strewn with rugs and smelling of agreeable perfumes.
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