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In it she informed Alyosha of a strange and very opportune incident. It appeared that among the women who had come on the previous day to receive Father Zossima’s blessing, there had been an old woman from the town, a sergeant’s widow, called Prohorovna.
Akim's former mistress, Lizaveta Prohorovna Kuntse, the widow of an officer of German extraction, was herself a native of Mittau, where she had spent the first years of her childhood and where she had numerous poor relations, about whom she concerned herself very little, especially after a casual visit from one of her brothers, an infantry officer of the line.
One summer day it happened that Lizaveta Prohorovna who had somehow suddenly grown yellow and wrinkled during those two years in spite of all sorts of unguents, rouge and powder about two o'clock in the afternoon went out with her lap dog and her folding parasol for a stroll before dinner in her neat little German garden.
"But I have told you.... It really is astonishing that you don't understand me." "Not understand, madam? But I do understand." Lizaveta Prohorovna looked at Naum and Naum looked at Lizaveta Prohorovna. "Well, then," he began, "what do you propose?" "I propose ..." Lizaveta Prohorovna moved in her chair. "In the first place I tell you that two thousand is too little and in the second ..."
It was arranged that the legal formalities should take place as quickly as possible and that till then the matter should not be made public. Lizaveta Prohorovna received a deposit of a hundred roubles and two hundred went to Kirillovna for her assistance. "It has not cost me much," thought Naum as he got into his coat, "it was a lucky chance."
He says that it must all be as you graciously please; that if only you have good health and prosperity he can get along very well." "And he did not complain?" "No, madam. Why should he complain?" "What did he come for, then?" Lizaveta Prohorovna asked in some surprise. "He came to ask whether you would excuse his yearly payment for next year, that is, until he has been compensated."
Kirillovna, who happened to be present, advised Akim to see his mistress; he did so, Lizaveta Prohorovna received him with some confusion but graciously let him kiss her hand and asked him where he meant to go. He answered he was going first to Kiev and after that where it would please the Lord. She commended his decision and dismissed him.
"Ech, we are not accustomed to constitutional methods yet!" remarked the major. "Mr. Lyamshin, excuse me, but you are thumping so that no one can hear anything," observed the lame teacher. "But, upon my word, Arina Prohorovna, nobody is listening, really!" cried Lyamshin, jumping up. "I won't play! I've come to you as a visitor, not as a drummer!"
"But I assure you, Arina Prohorovna, nobody is eavesdropping. It's only your fancy. Besides, the windows are high, and people would not understand if they did hear." "We don't understand ourselves," some one muttered. "But I tell you one must always be on one's guard. I mean in case there should be spies," she explained to Verhovensky.
Marie was lying as though insensible, but a minute later she opened her eyes, and bent a strange, strange look on Shatov: it was something quite new, that look. What it meant exactly he was not able to understand yet, but he had never known such a look on her face before. "Is it a boy? Is it a boy?" she asked Arina Prohorovna in an exhausted voice.
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