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Updated: May 11, 2025
"Come, come... go to sleep!" "How miserable I am!" sobbed his wife. "If it weren't for you, I might have married a merchant or some gentleman! If it weren't for you, I should love my husband now! And you haven't been buried in the snow, you haven't been frozen on the highroad, you Herod!" Raissa cried for a long time. At last she drew a deep sigh and was still. The storm still raged without.
The panes were swimming with drops like tears, and white with short-lived snowflakes which fell on the window, glanced at Raissa, and melted.... "Come to bed!" growled the sexton. Raissa remained mute. But suddenly her eyelashes flickered and there was a gleam of attention in her eye. Savely, all the time watching her expression from under the quilt, put out his head and asked: "What is it?"
I took my hat and left the house, trying to avoid my father's eye lest I should remind him of his promise. And indeed I thought on my way to the Latkins how it was possible that I did not notice Raissa. Where had she disappeared to? She must have seen Suddenly I remembered that at the very moment David was falling a heartrending shriek had sounded in my ears. Was it not she?
My father gave him up in despair: he knew that David would not obey him, anyway. And from time to time Raissa would appear at the hurdle fence of our garden which looked into a lane and there have an interview with David; she did not come for the sake of conversation, but told him of some new difficulty or trouble and asked his advice.
His elder daughter Raissa lived with him and kept house, so far as that was possible. This Raissa is the character whom I must now introduce into our story. When her father was on friendly terms with mine, we used to see her continually. She would sit with us for hours at a time, either sewing, or spinning with her delicate, rapid, clever fingers.
Soon I shall be laid what do you call that thing? a staff straight and that other thing? a prop. That's all I need, and you, brother jeweler, see: I too am a man." Raissa crossed the room without a word, and while she supported her father she buttoned his jacket. "Let us go, Wassilievna," he said.
"But why did you go home, Raissa, why didn't you stay?" I said to her.... She still kept her head bowed. "You would have seen that he was saved...." "Ah, I don't know! Ah, I don't know. Don't ask. I don't know, I don't remember how I got home. I only remember: I saw you in the air ... something seemed to strike me ... and what happened afterwards ..."
She was a pretty child, with great, startled eyes, and a wilderness of short, dark hair on her little head: Raissa had also dark, lustreless hair. It was soon after Latkin's attack of paralysis. But the landlord has taken it away. 'You are in my debt, he said." "Did he take the goose?" asked David. "No, he did not take the goose.
I walked to Raissa and stood just before her. "Raissa," I cried, "what is the matter?" She made no answer: it was as if she had not heard me. Her face was no paler, nor in any way different, except that it had a stony look and an expression of slight fatigue. "She is cross too," Latkin whispered to me. I took Raissa by the hand. "David is alive." I cried louder than before "alive and unhurt.
Oh, dear!" "Good-bye, good-bye," Latkin kept repeating, still with the same bow. I went up to Raissa and stood directly facing her. "Raissa, dear, what's the matter with you?" She made no answer, she seemed not to notice me. Her face had not grown pale, had not changed but had turned somehow stony and there was a look in it as though she were just falling asleep.
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