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Updated: June 18, 2025
"Tell me, mother, how is Granny in health?" "She seems all right. When you went away that time with Sasha and the telegram came from you, Granny fell on the floor as she read it; for three days she lay without moving. After that she was always praying and crying. But now she is all right again." She got up and walked about the room. "Tick-tock," tapped the watchman. "Tick-tock, tick-tock. . . ."
Sasha rushed about in terror and besought some one to go for her father, then she put on a coat and a kerchief, and ran into the street. From the servants she knew already that her father had another wife and two children with whom he lived in Bazarny Street. She ran out of the gate and turned to the left, crying, and frightened of unknown people.
"No " she said, "I will not go back. I am sorry I was so uncontrolled, but I am nervous and I do not know exactly what I am Sasha, please take care of me," and she held out her hands with a piteous gesture of asking for his protection, and moved beyond all power of further control he folded her in his arms. "My darling, my darling!" he murmured, frantically kissing her hair.
She beckoned Sasha to her, and, wringing her hands, said, weeping: "Alexandre, I know you don't like me, but . . . listen to me; listen, I beg you. . . . But, my dear, how can this have happened? Why, it's awful, awful! For goodness' sake, beg them, defend yourself, entreat them."
From beyond the river, where the tobogganing slope was, came the strains of a military band. "Nurse, mother's dying!" sobbed Sasha. "You must go for father! . . ." The nurse went upstairs, and, glancing at the sick woman, thrust a lighted wax candle into her hand.
The mother silently stroked her hair. She felt sad at heart. Sofya seated herself at Sasha's side, her arm over her shoulder, and said, smiling into the girl's eyes: "You're a strange person." "Yes, I think I've grown foolish," Sasha acknowledged. "But I don't like shadows."
"I feel disgusted!" he said, entering the hut where Sasha, in a smart, pink gown, was bustling about the table, arranging wines and refreshments. "I feel disgusted, Aleksandra! If you could only do something with me, eh?" She looked at him attentively and, seating herself on the bench, shoulder to shoulder with him, said: "Since you feel disgusted it means that you want something.
Sasha stood behind him calmly examining over his shoulder the little old man, whose head hardly reached Foma's chin. Attracted by Foma's loud words, the public looked at them, scenting a scandal. And Mayakin, too, perceived immediately the possibility of a scandal and instantly estimated correctly the quarrelsome mood of his godson.
My dear, darling Sasha," she said, and tears gushed from her eyes and for some reason there rose before her imagination Andrey Andreitch and the naked lady with the vase, and all her past which seemed now as far away as her childhood; and she began crying because Sasha no longer seemed to her so novel, so cultured, and so interesting as the year before.
"Since we are going to be married, why would it be so very wrong for you to kiss me? I I " her small rueful face, with its sweet childlike irregular curves, looked almost pathetically comic, and Sasha leaned forward and covered his eyes with his hands. And then he mastered himself and laughed softly. "Oh, you adorable one!" he said. "It is not wrong not the least wrong.
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