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Updated: June 7, 2025
He himself, when relating the circumstances of the general's illness to Lizabetha Prokofievna, "spoke beautifully," as Aglaya's sisters declared afterwards "modestly, quietly, without gestures or too many words, and with great dignity."
There is a certain suspicion of 'shadow' in your face, like in that of Holbein's Madonna in Dresden. So much for your face. Have I guessed right? "As for your face, Lizabetha Prokofievna, I not only think, but am perfectly SURE, that you are an absolute child in all, in all, mind, both good and bad-and in spite of your years.
"Thank God thank God!" said Lizabetha Prokofievna to herself, without quite knowing why she felt so relieved. "What extraordinary people they are!" thought Prince S., for perhaps the hundredth time since he had entered into intimate relations with the family; but he liked these "extraordinary people," all the same.
Lizabetha Prokofievna, when she saw poor Muishkin, in his enfeebled and humiliated condition, had wept bitterly. Apparently all was forgiven him. Prince S. had made a few just and sensible remarks.
She received the letter; I know she got it; and she received ME, too." "Have you just seen Lizabetha Prokofievna?" asked the prince, scarcely believing his ears. "Yes, I saw her, and got the said slap in the face as mentioned. She chucked the letter back to me unopened, and kicked me out of the house, morally, not physically, although not far off it."
I was saying that to myself only last week, when I was awake in the night. Do you know what you fear most? You fear our sincerity more than anything, although you despise us! The idea crossed my mind that night... You thought I was making fun of you just now, Lizabetha Prokofievna? No, the idea of mockery was far from me; I only meant to praise you.
I ought to have done it differently, and now... there is no way of doing it, for you despise me..." "I declare, this is a lunatic asylum!" cried Lizabetha Prokofievna. "Of course it is a lunatic asylum!" repeated Aglaya sharply, but her words were overpowered by other voices. Everybody was talking loudly, making remarks and comments; some discussed the affair gravely, others laughed.
The worst feature was, she said, Nastasia Philipovna. Lizabetha Prokofievna well understood that the old lady was angry at the failure of Evgenie Pavlovitch her own recommendation. She returned home to Pavlofsk in a worse humour than when she left, and of course everybody in the house suffered.
But I am sorry, you poor fellow, that you should have had to suffer for it," he murmured, with a most charming smile. Aglaya left without saying good-bye. But the evening was not to end without a last adventure. An unexpected meeting was yet in store for Lizabetha Prokofievna.
"Prince S. and Evgenie Pavlovitch and Alexandra don't understand anything about these two kinds of mind, but, just fancy, mamma does!" "You are very like Lizabetha Prokofievna." "What! surely not?" said Aglaya. "Yes, you are, indeed." "Thank you; I am glad to be like mamma," she said, thoughtfully.
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