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Updated: May 11, 2025
My father went to the funeral and to the service in the church and prayed very devoutly; Trankvillitatin actually sang in the choir. Beside the grave Raissa suddenly broke into sobs and sank forward on the ground; but she soon recovered herself.
Father in his time wrote a beautiful hand: he taught me it, too. Now he can hardly scrawl the letters." "You must live for me," answered David, lowering his voice and gazing at her steadily. Raissa looked up quickly and blushed more deeply. "Live and spell as you please. The devil! here's that old witch coming." Run off, my dear." With one more look at David, Raissa hastened away.
"You only live, that's all I want," David repeated, dropping his voice and not taking his eyes off her. Raissa glanced quickly at him and flushed still more. "You live and as for spelling, spell as you like.... Oh, the devil, the witch is coming!" You must go, darling." Raissa glanced at David once more and ran away.
But with a faint laugh she ran staggering across the waste-ground.... I, of course, followed her, while behind me a wail rose up in unison from the old man and the child.... Raissa darted straight to our house. "Here's a day!" I thought, trying not to lose sight of the black dress that was fluttering before me. "Well!"
"That's a luxury for the rich, crying," observed David. Raissa was going, but she turned back. "The yellow shawl's being sold, you know; part of mother's dowry. They are giving us twelve roubles; I think that is not much." "It certainly is not much." "We shouldn't sell it," Raissa said after a brief pause, "but you see we must have money for the funeral." "Of course you must.
They are both on the same cork now. You may wonder, good Christians! I have only these two little boats! Eh?" Latkin was evidently conscious that he was not saying the right thing and made terrible efforts to explain to me what was the matter. Raissa did not seem to hear what her father was saying and the little sister went on lashing the whip.
She took from under her kerchief a rather large field glass in a copper setting, covered with morocco, yellow with age. David, as a connoisseur of all sorts of instruments, seized upon it at once. "It's English," he pronounced, putting it first to one eye and then to the other. "A marine glass." "And the glasses are perfect," Raissa went on.
Only be so good as to show us the way." "What an infliction it is, this weather!" sighed Raissa. "H'm, yes.... Who may you be?" "We? We live here, by the church.... We belong to the clergy.... There lies my husband. Savely, get up and say good-evening! This used to be a separate parish till eighteen months ago.
Raissa ran past Wassily, my aunt, and even Trankwilhtatin, into the room in which David was lying, and threw herself on his breast. "Oh, oh, David!" came her voice forth from under her loosened hair. And raising his arms he embraced her and let his head rest on her shoulder. "Forgive me, dear," I heard him say, and both nearly died with joy. "But why did you go home, Raissa? Why didn't you wait?"
"Oh! -s-h-o-u-d?" "No," I interrupted again, "that's not right: not o-u-d, but o-u-l-d" "Well, it's all the same," said David: "spell it with an l. The most important thing is that you should live yourself." "I wish I knew how to spell and write properly," said Raissa, blushing slightly. When she blushed she became at once amazingly pretty. "It may be of use.
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