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Lgov was bought by him, by Afanasy Nefeditch, but it came to Sergai Sergiitch by inheritance from him. 'Whom did he buy it from? 'From Tatyana Vassilyevna. 'What Tatyana Vassilyevna was that? 'Why, that died last year in Bolhov ... that is, at Karatchev, an old maid.... She had never married. Don't you know her? We came to her from her father, Vassily Semenitch.
On the occasions of my visits provide fish for the table; do you hear?" ... So since then I have been enrolled as a fisherman. "And mind you keep my pond in order." But how is one to keep it in order? 'Whom did you belong to before? 'To Sergai Sergiitch Pehterev. We came to him by inheritance. But he did not own us long; only six years altogether.
"Sergai Mihailovitch!" Sipiagin began excitedly, taking a step or two towards him and extending his right hand, only so that he might touch him or stop him if he made a movement in advance, "Sergai Mihailovitch! I am not here to tell you of our amazement, our deep distress you can have no doubt of that! You wanted to ruin yourself and have done so!
"I feel so sorry for Sergai Mihailovitch," she remarked, her face darkening. "He is over-worked, and it seems to me his affairs are in a bad way," Nejdanov said. "I was not thinking of that." "What were you thinking of then?" "He is so unhappy and so unfortunate. It would be difficult to find a better man than he is, but he never seems to get on." Nejdanov looked at her.
Nejdanov could not see his face very clearly, only his moustache stood out in a straight black line, but he had felt ever since the morning that there was something in Markelov that was best left alone, some mysteriously unknown worry. "I say, Sergai Mihailovitch," Nejdanov began, "do you really attach any importance to Mr. Kisliakov's letters that you gave me today?
Mashurina stood up, turned round as though she were rummaging in her pockets for the letter, and quickly raising a small piece of folded paper to her lips, swallowed it. "Oh, dear me! What have I done with it? Have I lost it? I must have dropped it. Dear me! Supposing some one should find it! I can't find it anywhere. It's turned out exactly as Sergai Mihailovitch wanted after all!"
I was his coachman ... but not in town, he had others there only in the country. 'And were you always a coachman from your youth up? 'Always a coachman? Oh, no! I became a coachman in Sergai Sergiitch's time, but before that I was a cook but not town-cook; only a cook in the country. 'Whose cook were you, then? 'Oh, my former master's, Afanasy Nefeditch, Sergai Sergiitch's uncle.
They say the peasants are rising, refusing to pay taxes, collecting in mobs." "Have you heard that yourself?" "Tatiana told me. But here is Pavel himself. You had better ask him." Pavel came in and confirmed what Mariana had said. "There is certainly some disturbance in T.," he began, shaking his beard and screwing up his bright black eyes. "Sergai Mihailovitch must have had a hand in it.
"He can see through and through you in a second, and will suddenly screw up his face as if he knew nothing, and would not interfere with anything for the world. He works for the cause himself, yet laughs at it the whole time. He brought me the books from Markelov; he knows him and calls him Sergai Mihailovitch; and as for Solomin, he would go through fire and water for him."
"Yes," Mariana replied, a little surprised. "With Nejdanov?" "Yes." "Please give me your hand... and forgive me. You must be good since he loves you." Mariana pressed Mashurina's hand. "Have you known him long?" "I knew him in St. Petersburg. That was what made me talk to you. Sergai Mihailovitch has also told me " "Oh Markelov! Is it long since you've seen him? "No, not long.
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