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Ratsch coming in and triumph again, malignant triumph, in his face and in his hands a page of the Invalid, and there the announcement of the death of the Captain of the Guards Mihail Koltovsky. What can I add? I remained alive, and went on living in Mr. Ratsch's house. He hated me as before more than before he had unmasked his black soul too much before me, he could not pardon me that.
Semyon Matveitch announced that he could not have him remaining there, and managing the estate any longer. Awkward service, it seems, is an unpardonable offence, and some one must be fixed upon to bear the brunt of the scandal. Semyon Matveitch recompensed Mr. Ratsch liberally, however: he gave him the necessary means to move to Moscow and to establish himself there.
But there's no need of haste.... More haste, worse speed in catching fleas, he-he! Susanna closed the book, and was about to leave the room. 'Wait a bit, wait a bit, began Mr. Ratsch. 'We needn't stand on ceremony with you, eh? 'Please don't put yourself out on my account! I cried. 'To be sure, my good friend.
In the doorway of the drawing-room Mr. Ratsch was already on the look-out for me, dressed in a gay-coloured dressing-gown. Beckoning to me with his hand, he led me to his own room I had almost said, to his lair. The room, dark and close, soaked through and through with the sour smell of stale tobacco, suggested a comparison with the lair of a wolf or a fox.
The pea-shell boats had travelled so far that they only looked like little specks on the ocean. 'I shall seize Hercules on the coast of Asia, said Lasse, 'and then row home again to Europe. He shook the rope that held the boat, and, strange to say, the rope became loose. Ditsch, ratsch, a man is a man, and so Little Lasse manned the boat.
I placed myself near Susanna, and waiting for a momentary pause, I asked her if she were as fond of music as her papa. She turned away, as though I had given her a shove, and pronounced abruptly, 'Who? 'Your father, I repeated,'Mr. Ratsch. 'Mr. Ratsch is not my father. 'Not your father! I beg your pardon... I must have misunderstood... But I remember, Alexander Daviditch...
'There, the way she loves Russia, it's simply awful! broke in Ivan Demianitch. 'A perfect volcano, ho, ho! 'Well, and what of it? pursued Eleonora Karpovna. 'To be sure I love Russia, for where else could I obtain noble rank? And my children too are nobly born, you know. Kolia, sitze ruhig mit den Fussen! Ratsch waved his hand to her. 'There, there, princess, don't excite yourself!
Ratsch here too showed the energy of his spirit, so rapidly, with such force and vigour, did he fling clods of earth on to the coffin lid, throwing himself into an heroic pose, with one leg planted firmly before him... he could not have shown more energy if he had been stoning his bitterest foe.
Ratsch, had taken an adverse turn. His wife had, indeed, presented him with twins, two boys, whom as a true Russian he had christened Briacheslav and Viacheslav, but his house had been burnt down, he had been forced to retire from his position, and worst of all, his eldest son, Viktor, had become practically a permanent inmate of the debtors' prison.
My ninth year has always remained vivid in my memory.... I learnt then, from the maids in the servants' room, that Ivan Matveitch Koltovsky was my father, and almost on the same day, my mother, by his command, was married to Mr. Ratsch, who was something like a steward to him.
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