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Updated: June 8, 2025
He was trying desperately with bold gesticulations to persuade Varvara Petrovna of something, but it was a long time before I could make out what it was. He appealed to Praskovya Ivanovna, and Lizaveta Nikolaevna too, even, in his excitement, addressed a passing shout to his father in fact he seemed all over the room at once.
Having gloated over his victim, Poytr Demyanitch put the mouse-trap on the floor and called: "Praskovya, there's a mouse caught! Bring the kitten here! "I'm coming," responded Praskovya, and a minute later she came in with the descendant of tigers in her arms. "Capital!" said Pyotr Demyanitch, rubbing his hands.
Afterwards he saw her lower lip quiver with indignation at her brother's insolent, cruel and ungrateful words and his fate was sealed. He had spoken the truth, moreover, when he blurted out in his drunken talk on the stairs that Praskovya Pavlovna, Raskolnikov's eccentric landlady, would be jealous of Pulcheria Alexandrovna as well as of Avdotya Romanovna on his account.
And, as for Darya, Praskovya was in too much haste to apologise. She must have kept something to herself, which she wouldn't tell me." By the morning Varvara Petrovna had matured a project for putting a stop once for all to one misunderstanding at least; a project amazing in its unexpectedness. What was in her heart when she conceived it?
Even in old days Praskovya Ivanovna had been always unable to recall Stepan Trofimovitch's name, and had always called him the "Professor." "Well, his son, then; so much the better. Of course, it's all the same to me. An ordinary young man, very lively and free in his manners, but nothing special in him.
What do you think, Shatushka, that monk from Athos had brought Mother Praskovya a letter from her daughter in Turkey, that morning so much for the knave of diamonds unexpected news!
We consulted a doctor, who told us he ought to go away, but we had no means.... I always hope it will pass of itself. He has no particular pain, but... 'Lukerya! cried an angry and feeble voice. 'She is always sent away when I want her. Mamma... 'I'm coming! Praskovya Mikhaylovna again interrupted herself. 'He has not had his dinner yet. He can't eat with us.
But she believed what he said, and when she had quite grasped it she touched his hand, smiling pityingly, and said: 'Perhaps you exaggerate, Stiva? 'No, Pashenka. I am an adulterer, a murderer, a blasphemer, and a deceiver. 'My God! How is that? exclaimed Praskovya Mikhaylovna. 'But I must go on living.
After the outrage of the previous day the kitten had taken refuge under the stove and had not come out all night. When Praskovya pulled him out and, carrying him by the scruff of the neck into the study, set him down before the mouse-trap, he trembled all over and mewed piteously. "Come, let him feel at home first," Pyotr Demyanitch commanded. "Let him look and sniff. Look and learn!
There were some among them who already detested her, and principally for her pride. The Drozdovs had scarcely begun to pay calls, which mortified them, though the real reason for the delay was Praskovya Ivanovna's invalid state. They detested her in the second place because she was a relative of the governor's wife, and thirdly because she rode out every day on horseback.
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