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Updated: May 14, 2025
I only said about you, Mr. Constable, that you were fascinatingly handsome with your dark hair." When she saw that the Rameyev sisters were laughing, Irinushka turned to Elisaveta: "You do agree with me, Vetochka, that the constable is a fascinatingly handsome man?" The constable flushed. He was not sure whether the blushing girl was laughing at him or in earnest.
Rameyev made haste to return his visit: he went together with Piotr. Piotr did not wish to go to Trirodov's, but could not make up his mind to refuse. He kept frowning on the way, but once in Trirodov's house he tried to be courteous. This he did constrainedly. Misha soon made friends with Kirsha and with some of the boys.
She got excited so often and so intensely that she constantly had to be appeased by the elders, who regarded her youthful impetuosity with benevolent amusement. Rameyev was there with both his daughters, the Matov brothers, and Miss Harrison. Trirodov was there also. There was almost a spirit of gaiety. They talked on various subjects on politics, on literature, on local matters, etc.
How do you manage to get along with him?" asked Rameyev. Trirodov smiled contemptuously. "Not at all," he said. "A clumsy person, this fellow with his feminine voice," went on Rameyev. "He's an ambitious, cold-blooded man. He's likely to do you an injury." "I'm used to it," answered Trirodov calmly. "We are all used to it."
The muzhik is not as stupid as all that. And in any case, let me ask you what hindered the opposing side from hammering the right ideas into the muzhik's mind?" Piotr got up angrily and strode away without saying another word. Rameyev looked quietly after him and said to Stchemilov: "Piotr loves culture, or, more properly speaking, civilization, too well to appreciate freedom.
The sisters had barely time to change for dinner. They entered the dining-room somewhat weary and distraught. They were awaited there by their father Rameyev, the two Matovs the student Piotr Dmitrievitch and the schoolboy Misha, sons of Rameyev's lately deceased cousin to whom Trirodov's estate had previously belonged.
There was an atmosphere of irritation and hostility after the guests had gone. Rameyev reproached Piotr. "My dear Petya, you shouldn't have done that. It isn't hospitable. You were looking all the time at Trirodov as if you were getting ready to send him to all the devils." Piotr replied with a controlled gruffness: "Yes, precisely, to all the devils. You have guessed my feelings, uncle."
"You are a hired murderer, a spy, a traitor." Ostrov said in a meek voice: "Nevertheless, I've not betrayed you so far." "Because it wouldn't pay, that's why you've not betrayed me. Again, you dare not." "What do you want me to do?" asked Ostrov humbly. "What is your condition? Where do you want me to go?" Trirodov left a pleasant impression on Rameyev.
You wish to fly about in the free air; while we are still ravenously hungry and want to eat." Rameyev said after a brief silence: "I am appalled at this savagery. Murders every day, every day." "What's there to do?" asked Stchemilov, persisting in his ironic tone. "I suppose you'd like to have freedom for domestic use, the sort you could fold up and put in your pocket."
He began to sing loudly: "Awake, rise up...." But he became confused, stopped sadly, grew quiet, and blushed. The sisters laughed. Piotr had a surly look. Rameyev smiled benignly. Miss Harrison, pretending not to have noticed the discordant incident, calmly pressed the button of the electric bell attached on a cord to the hanging light to bring on the next course.
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