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His eldest daughter, Raissa, lived with him and managed for him as well as she could. This very Raissa is the new person whom I must introduce into my story. So long as her father was on friendly terms with mine we used to see her continually: she would sometimes spend whole days at our house, sewing or knitting with her swift, delicate fingers.
Laying the bags along the wall, he went out into the outer room, sat down there and lighted his pipe. "Perhaps you'd like some tea after your journey?" Raissa inquired. "How can we sit drinking tea?" said the postman, frowning. "We must make haste and get warm, and then set off, or we shall be late for the mail train. We'll stay ten minutes and then get on our way.
"There's a kitchen garden and a meadow belonging to the church. Only we don't get much from that," sighed Raissa. "The old skinflint, Father Nikodim, from the next village celebrates here on St. Nicolas' Day in the winter and on St. Nicolas' Day in the summer, and for that he takes almost all the crops for himself. There's no one to stick up for us!" "You are lying," Savely growled hoarsely.
"Uncle," David brought out, and he sat up in bed. "Don't insult Raissa. She is going away, only don't insult her." "And who are you to teach me? I am not insulting her, I am not in ... sul ... ting her! I am simply turning her out of the house. I have an account to settle with you, too, presently.
"I can't lie," answered Raissa, raising her hands. True, thought I to myself, she cannot lie. "There's no need of lying," said David, "nor is there any need of your killing yourself in this way. Do you suppose any one will thank you for it?" Raissa looked at him: "What I wanted to ask you, David, was how do you spell should?" "What? should?" "Yes, for instance, 'Should you like to live?"
"She is cross-eyed, cross-eyed," Latkin muttered in my ear. I took Raissa by the hand. "David is alive," I cried, more loudly than before. "Alive and well; David's alive, do you understand? He was pulled out of the water; he is at home now and told me to say that he will come to you to-morrow; he is alive!"
Then he tried to rise, but he was still too weak. "I must have hit something," he said, groaning and frowning. "I remember the current carried me against a pier. Have you seen Raissa?" he asked suddenly. "No I have not seen her. Stop! I remember now. Wasn't she standing on the shore near the bridge? Yes a black dress, a yellow handkerchief on her head that was she." "Well, you did see her?"
David's face even looked changed and he became so ill-tempered and surly that there was no going near him. He began to be more often absent from home, too. I did not meet Raissa at all.
David took him to the requiem service for Latkin; I went to it, too, my father did not hinder my going but remained at home himself. Raissa impressed me by her calm: she looked pale and much thinner but did not shed tears and spoke and behaved with perfect simplicity; and with all that, strange to say, I saw a certain grandeur in her; the unconscious grandeur of sorrow forgetful of itself!
He came into the room. "Anyone who wants to be rebellious and immoral had better go to France! And how dare you come here?" he said, turning to Raissa, who, quietly sitting up and turning to face him, was evidently taken aback but still smiled as before, a friendly and blissful smile. "The daughter of my sworn enemy! How dare you? And hugging him, too! Away with you at once, or ..."
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