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Updated: May 11, 2025
"Do what you please, do whatever you think you may," he said in a low, sad voice, and he left the room, completely broken down. "Lord my! Lord my! have mercy on me!" repeated Latkin. "I am a man." "Good-bye, David," said Raissa, leaving the room with her father.
Raissa turned her eyes toward me slowly, as if it hurt her: she winked them two or three times, opened them wider: then she turned her head to one side, flushed suddenly, parted her lips, drew a full breath, frowned as if from pain and with great effort, bringing out the words, "Da Dav is al alive," and rose hastily from the steps and rushed away. "Where are you going?" I inquired.
'HONOURED MADAM, RAISSA PAVLOVNA! On the decease of my friend, and your aunt, I had the happiness of addressing to you two letters, the first on the first of June, the second on the sixth of July of the year 1815, while she expired on the sixth of May in that year; in them I discovered to you the feelings of my soul and of my heart, which were crushed under deadly wrongs, and they reflected in full my bitter despair, in truth deserving of commiseration; both letters were despatched by the imperial mail registered, and hence I cannot conceive that they have not been perused by your eye.
And so my uncle went away and took with him not only David but, to the great astonishment and even indignation of our whole street, Raissa and her little sister, too.... When she heard of this, my aunt promptly called him a Turk, and called him a Turk to the end of her days. And I was left alone, alone ... but this story is not about me. So this is the end of my tale of the watch.
The laughter vanished from Raissa's face and her lips, the corners of which twisted upwards in a particularly charming way, became motionless again. The child was pacified. Raissa got up. "So you will do what you can, about the glass I mean, Davidushka. But I do regret the wood, and the goose, too, however old it may be."
Raissa started to go, but she turned back: "We are thinking of selling the yellow shawl: you know the one that belonged to mother's trousseau. We have been offered twelve rubles for it. I think that is too little." "Yes, indeed, much too little." "We wouldn't sell it," said Raissa after a short pause, "if we didn't need money for the funeral." "Yes, of course, but you mustn't throw money away.
She passed her half-clenched fist over her forehead and her eyebrows, and the action was so bitter ... and as sincere and beautiful as all her actions. "You must take care of yourself, though," David observed; "you haven't slept at all, I expect.... And what's the use of crying? It doesn't help trouble." "I have no time for crying," answered Raissa.
"For God's sake, let us come in and get warm!" they heard in a trembling deep bass. "Who lives here? For mercy's sake! We've lost our way." "Who are you?" asked Raissa, afraid to look at the window. "The post," answered a second voice. "You've succeeded with your devil's tricks," said Savely with a wave of his hand. "No mistake; I am right! Well, you'd better look out!"
I feel how much you have sacrificed for me, and in return I leave you in a disastrous and truly destitute situation; on my death have recourse to Raissa Pavlovna" that is, to you "and implore her aid, invite her succour! She has a feeling heart, and I have confidence in her, that she will not leave you forlorn."
"I shall not ask your permission," shouted David, supporting himself on his hands, "but my own father's, who will be back to-day or to-morrow. He can command me, not you; and as for my age, both Raissa and I can wait. You can say what you please: we shall wait." "David, think a moment," interrupted my father: "take care what you say. You are beside yourself: you have forgotten all respect."
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