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Updated: June 9, 2025
When she was left alone with her husband, Alexandra Pavlovna looked smiling into his face. 'How splendid you were this evening, Misha, she said, stroking his forehead, 'how cleverly and nobly you spoke! But confess, you exaggerated a little in Rudin's praise, as in old days you did in attacking him. 'I can't let them hit a man when he's down.
This outburst horrified Mlle, Boncourt, who in spite of her forty years' residence in Russia understood Russian with difficulty, and was only moved to admiration by the splendid rapidity and flow of words on Rudin's lips.
She was uneasy about Rudin's visit the day before. 'You have seen my brother? she asked Lezhnyov. 'How is he to-day? 'All right, he has gone to the fields. Alexandra Favlovna did not speak for a minute. 'Tell me, please, she began, gazing earnestly at the hem of her pocket-handkerchief, 'don't you know why... 'Rudin came here? put in Lezhnyov. 'I know, he came to say good-bye.
She knew that a spiteful Bourbon had melted down no less than two statues of Napoleon in order to produce the fine cavalier who approved of her every time she crossed the Pont Neuf, and it seemed as if some of the little Corsican's dominance was allied with a touch of Béarnais swagger in the stalwart youth whom she had met for the first time in Rudin's studio about three weeks earlier.
Then she summoned Mlle. Boncourt and remained a long while closeted with her. When she had dismissed her she sent for Pandalevsky. She wanted at all hazards to discover the real cause of Rudin's departure... but Pandalevsky succeeded in completely satisfying her. It was what he was there for. The next day Volintsev and his sister came to dinner.
She was frightened herself by the feelings of which she was suddenly conscious in herself. Rudin overtook her and stopped her. 'Natalya Alexyevna, he said, 'this conversation cannot end like this; it is too important for me too.... How am I to understand you? 'Let me go! repeated Natalya. 'Natalya Alexyevna, for mercy's sake! Rudin's face showed his agitation. He grew pale.
Rudin's features had undergone little change since we saw him last at the posting-station, though approaching old age had had time to set its mark upon them; but their expression had become different.
All Rudin's thoughts seemed centred on the future; this lent him something of the impetuous dash of youth... Standing at the window, not looking at any one in special, he spoke, and inspired by the general sympathy and attention, the presence of young women, the beauty of the night, carried along by the tide of his own emotions, he rose to the height of eloquence, of poetry.... The very sound of his voice, intense and soft, increased the fascination; it seemed as though some higher power were speaking through his lips, startling even to himself.... Rudin spoke of what lends eternal significance to the fleeting life of man.
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