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Updated: June 2, 2025
Ten years ago in a little house in our street, next door to me, where now there's a tallow and oil factory, there was living an old widow, Marfa Semyonovna Kapluntsev, and she had two sons: one was a guard on the railway, but the other, Vasya, who was just my own age, lived at home with his mother.
I said: 'Good-evening, Marya Semyonovna! She did not speak. And Vasya was sitting in the next room, his head in his hands, crying and saying: 'Brute that I am! I've ruined my life! O God, let me die! I sat for half an hour by Mashenka and gave her a good talking-to. I tried to frighten her a bit.
She will tell you everything better than I can...." "Ánnotchka!" called Madame Milovídoff: "Ánnotchka, come hither! There's some gentleman or other from Moscow who wants to talk about Kátya!" There was a crash in the adjoining room, but no one appeared. "Ánnotchka!" cried the widow again "Anna Semyónovna! come hither, I tell thee!"
She'll tell you everything better than I can.... Annotchka! called Madame Milovidov, 'Annotchka, come here! Here is a worthy gentleman from Moscow wants to have a talk about Katia! There was a sound of something moving in the next room; but no one appeared. 'Annotchka! the widow called again, 'Anna Semyonovna! come here, I tell you!
And I am on good terms with Sofya Semyonovna to this day, which is a proof that she never regarded me as having wronged her. I am trying now to attract her to the community, but on quite, quite a different footing. What are you laughing at? We are trying to establish a community of our own, a special one, on a broader basis. We have gone further in our convictions. We reject more!
"Volodya," Vera Semyonovna interrupted his critical effusions, "I've been haunted by a strange idea since yesterday. I keep wondering where we should all be if human life were ordered on the basis of non-resistance to evil? "In all probability, nowhere.
"What have I done to you?" he asked in perplexity, blinking. "I haven't been in your study all day, and I haven't touched anything." "Natalya Semyonovna has just been complaining to me that you have been smoking. . . . Is it true? Have you been smoking?" "Yes, I did smoke once. . . . That's true. . . ." "Now you see you are lying as well," said the prosecutor, frowning to disguise a smile.
"H'm! . . . You're a fanatic!" her brother said coldly, flinging the magazine on to the table. "No, you are a fanatic, not I! You!" And Vera Semyonovna dissolved into tears again. Her brother stood before her, looked at her quivering shoulders, and thought.
He explained all the causes of it to Sofya Semyonovna too, but she did not believe her ears at first, yet she believed her own eyes at last." "What... were the causes?" "It's a long story, Avdotya Romanovna. Here's... how shall I tell you?
Nimfodora Semyonovna ran out with her hair down, the voices in the yard grew louder and all at once I heard: 'Hold the gate, hold it, fasten it! I opened the door just a crack, and looked out: the monster was no longer on the steps, the servants were rushing about the yard in confusion waving their hands and picking up bits of wood from the ground; they were quite crazy.
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