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Updated: June 11, 2025
D'you know I had a feeling that there would be a lot of people here tonight? It's not the first time that my presentiments have been fulfilled. I wish I had known it was your birthday, I'd have brought you a present perhaps I have got a present for you! Who knows? Ha, ha! How long is it now before daylight?" "Not a couple of hours," said Ptitsin, looking at his watch.
I assure you your article shall be mentioned in its proper place, and you can then explain everything, but for the moment I would rather not anticipate. Quite accidentally, with the help of my sister, Varvara Ardalionovna Ptitsin, I obtained from one of her intimate friends, Madame Zoubkoff, a letter written to her twenty-five years ago, by Nicolai Andreevitch Pavlicheff, then abroad.
He was annoyed at the manner in which his gift had been returned, an though he had condescended, under the influence of passion, to place himself on a level with Ptitsin and Ferdishenko, his self-respect and sense of duty now returned together with a consciousness of what was due to his social rank and official importance.
Colia was carrying his bag for him; Nina Alexandrovna stood and cried on the doorstep; she wanted to run after the general, but Ptitsin kept her back. "You will only excite him more," he said. "He has nowhere else to go to he'll be back here in half an hour. I've talked it all over with Colia; let him play the fool a bit, it will do him good." "What are you up to? Where are you off to?
Besides, she knew that her marriage would provide a refuge for all her family. Seeing Gania unhappy, she was anxious to help him, in spite of their former disputes and misunderstandings. Ptitsin, in a friendly way, would press his brother-in-law to enter the army.
"Sit down, gentlemen, I beg you. Something is about to happen." So saying, she reseated herself; a strange smile played on her lips. She sat quite still, but watched the door in a fever of impatience. "Rogojin and his hundred thousand roubles, no doubt of it," muttered Ptitsin to himself. Katia, the maid-servant, made her appearance, terribly frightened.
Rogojin went ahead of the others, talking to Ptitsin, and apparently insisting vehemently upon something very important. "You've lost the game, Gania" he cried, as he passed the latter. Gania gazed after him uneasily, but said nothing. THE prince now left the room and shut himself up in his own chamber. Colia followed him almost at once, anxious to do what he could to console him.
When Ptitsin was seventeen he slept in the street, he sold pen-knives, and began with a copeck; now he has sixty thousand roubles, but to get them, what has he not done? Well, I shall be spared such a hard beginning, and shall start with a little capital. In fifteen years people will say, 'Look, that's Ivolgin, the king of the Jews! You say that I have no originality.
Gania and Ptitsin had dropped in accidentally later on; then came Keller, and he and Colia insisted on having champagne. Evgenie Pavlovitch had only dropped in half an hour or so ago. Lebedeff had served the champagne readily. "My own though, prince, my own, mind," he said, "and there'll be some supper later on; my daughter is getting it ready now.
It appeared that neither the prince, nor the doctor with whom he lived in Switzerland, had thought of waiting for further communications; but the prince had started straight away with Salaskin's letter in his pocket. "One thing I may tell you, for certain," concluded Ptitsin, addressing the prince, "that there is no question about the authenticity of this matter.
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