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'Pray be seated... very delighted, murmured Darya Mihailovna, and, after introducing him to the rest of the company, she asked him whether he belonged to those parts or was a visitor. 'My estate is in the T province, replied Rudin, holding his hat on his knees. 'I have not been here long. I came on business and stayed for a while in your district town. 'With whom? 'With the doctor.
The curtain before the door was softly moved aside and the steward came in, a tall man, grey and bald, in a black coat, a white cravat, and a white waistcoat. 'What is it? inquired Darya Mihailovna, and, turning a little towards Rudin, she added in a low voice, 'n'est ce pas, comme il ressemble a Canning? 'Mihailo Mihailitch Lezhnyov is here, announced the steward. 'Will you see him?
'Darya Mihailovna is mistaken, he said in an unsteady voice, 'I do not only attack women; I am not a great admirer of the whole human species. 'What can have given you such a poor opinion of them? inquired Rudin. Pigasov looked him straight in the face. 'The study of my own heart, no doubt, in which I find every day more and more that is base. I judge of others by myself.
'It's only a pity his hands are so big and red. Natalya made no reply. Tea was brought in. The conversation became more general, but still by the sudden unanimity with which every one was silent, directly Rudin opened his mouth, one could judge of the strength of the impression he had produced. Darya Mihailovna suddenly felt inclined to tease Pigasov.
All Turgenev's stories are tales of frustration. Rudin is destroyed by his own temperament. The heroes of "A House of Gentlefolk" and "Torrents of Spring" are ruined by the malign machinations of satanic women. Bazarov is snuffed out by a capriciously evil destiny. Insarov's splendid mind and noble aspirations accomplish nothing, because his lungs are weak.
After dinner Darya Mihailovna repeated once more that she hoped to see him before they left for Moscow, but Rudin made her no reply. Pandalevsky addressed him more frequently than any one. More than once Rudin felt a longing to fall upon him and give him a slap on his rosy, blooming face. Mlle.
'Sergei Pavlitch, you understand me? 'Dmitri Nikolaitch, I don't understand you in the least. 'You prefer 'I prefer you should speak plainly! broke in Volintsev. He was beginning to be angry in earnest. Rudin frowned. Volintsev turned white, but made no reply. He walked to the window and stood with his back turned.
It must be that she is right; you must, through having nothing to do, through being bored, have been playing with me. 'I swear to you, Natalya Alexyevna I assure you, maintained Rudin. But she did not listen to him. 'Why did you not stop me? Why did you yourself or did you not reckon upon obstacles? I am ashamed to speak of this but I see it is all over now.
Rudin turned the letter over in his hands, musing upon it, then laid it under his pillow, undressed, and lay down. For a long while he could not get to sleep, and then he slept very lightly, and it was not yet five o'clock when he woke up. The Avduhin pond, near which Natalya had fixed the place of meeting, had long ceased to be a pond.
It gives them the semblance of looking in on themselves, and the habit is commendable. "Rudin is fond of his little joke," she announced at last. "But what did he say?" "Oh, there was some absurdity. He addressed me as if I were a royal personage, and asked to be allowed to present his Serene Highness Prince Alexis Delgrado." The man smiled constrainedly.
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