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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Well, my lady, it's hard to please you," laughed Arina Prohorovna, "one minute he must stand with his face to the wall and not dare to look at you, and the next he mustn't be gone for a minute, or you begin crying. He may begin to imagine something. Come, come, don't be silly, don't blubber, I was laughing, you know." "He won't dare to imagine anything."
"I hear that you want to buy something of me," said Lizaveta Prohorovna, and thought to herself, "What a handsome man this merchant is." "Just so, madam." "What is it?" "Would you be willing to sell your inn?" "What inn?" "Why, the one on the high road not far from here." "But that inn is not mine, it is Akim's." "Not yours? Why, it stands on your land."
"I'll add another hundred, then." Lizaveta Prohorovna got up. "I see that you are talking quite off the point. I have told you already that I cannot sell that inn am not going to sell it. I cannot ... that is, I will not." Naum smiled and said nothing for a space. "Well, as you please, madam," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I beg to take leave." He bowed and took hold of the door handle.
She screamed that she wanted to live, that "she must, she must," and was afraid to die. "I don't want to, I don't want to!" she repeated. If Arina Prohorovna had not been there, things would have gone very badly. By degrees she gained complete control of the patient who began to obey every word, every order from her like a child.
"But how... you are not living with your wife?" "I'll break your skull for questions like that." "Oh dear, I understand, forgive me, I was struck all of a heap.... But I understand, I understand... is Arina Prohorovna really coming? You said just now that she had gone? You know, that's not true. You see, you see, you see what lies you tell at every step."
Arina Prohorovna held in her hands a little red wrinkled creature, screaming, and moving its little arms and legs, fearfully helpless, and looking as though it could be blown away by a puff of wind, but screaming and seeming to assert its full right to live.
Kirillovna answered calmly, "there is no need to. Why should you be worried! No, indeed!" "What is to be done then?" "If you will permit me, I will speak to him." Lizaveta Prohorovna raised her head. "Please do, Kirillovna. Talk to him. You tell him ... that I found it necessary ... but that I will compensate him ... say what you think best. Please, Kirillovna."
He ended, of course, by confessing it all to Arina Prohorovna but to no one else in the house. She left him on his bed, sternly impressing upon him that "if he must blubber he must do it in his pillow so as not to be overheard, and that he would be a fool if he showed any traces of it next day."
"For all the buildings and the appurtenances, together with the land that goes with it, of course, I would give two thousand roubles." "Two thousand roubles! That is not enough," replied Lizaveta Prohorovna. "It's a good price." "But have you spoken to Akim?" "What should I speak to him for? The inn is yours, so here I am talking to you about it."
Our town doctor, Rozanov he too was an accoucheur asserted most positively that on one occasion when a patient in labour was crying out and calling on the name of the Almighty, a free-thinking sally from Arina Prohorovna, fired off like a pistol-shot, had so terrifying an effect on the patient that it greatly accelerated her delivery.
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