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And Alexey Sergeitch was very much put out about it, but I said to him: "Alexis," said I, "please don't you be put out; you ought to know me better!" And he answered me: "Don't disturb yourself, Melanie!" And these very diamonds are now round my medallion of Alexey Grigorievitch you've seen it, I dare say, my dear; I wear it on feast-days on a St.
Alexey Sergeitch, like most of the noblemen of his day, had received a very slight education; but he had, to some extent, made good the deficiency himself by reading.
She even searched Mihailo, the porter, herself. It's a perfect disgrace! Nikolay Sergeitch simply looks on and cackles like a hen. But you've no need to tremble like that, miss. They found nothing here. You've nothing to be afraid of if you didn't take the brooch." "But, Liza, it's vile . . . it's insulting," said Mashenka, breathless with indignation. "It's so mean, so low!
"May I come in?" asked Nikolay Sergeitch at the door; he had come up noiselessly to the door, and spoke in a soft, subdued voice. "May I?" "Come in." He came in and stood still near the door. His eyes looked dim and his red little nose was shiny. After dinner he used to drink beer, and the fact was perceptible in his walk, in his feeble, flabby hands.
Alexey Sergeitch always gave me a very cordial reception, and I used to stay three or four days at a time with him. He was an old man even when I first made his acquaintance; I was twelve, I remember, on my first visit, and he was then over seventy. He was born in the days of the Empress Elisabeth in the last year of her reign.
"What's this?" he asked, pointing to the basket. "I am packing. Forgive me, Nikolay Sergeitch, but I cannot remain in your house. I feel deeply insulted by this search!" "I understand. . . . Only you are wrong to go. Why should you? They've searched your things, but you . . . what does it matter to you? You will be none the worse for it." Mashenka was silent and went on packing.
At last they had emptied the whole samovar, turned upside down the round cups one with the inscription, 'Take your fill'; the other with the words, 'Cupid's dart hath pierced my heart' then they cleared their throats, wiped their perspiring brows, and gradually dropped into conversation. 'Onisim Sergeitch, how about your master ... began Vassilissa, and did not finish her sentence.
'Come, grumbled Onisim. 'Oh, what's that to you, Onisim Sergeitch? 'Oh, come, I tell you. 'Well, Vassilissa brought out at last, 'he's ... a gentleman. Of course ... I ... and besides; he ... you know yourself ... 'Of course I do, Onisim observed solemnly. 'Of course you're aware, to be sure, Onisim Sergeitch. ... Vassilissa was obviously becoming agitated.
He's a gentleman born, you know.... Do you realise that? 'But he's such a dull person, Onisim Sergeitch.... 'Dull! So you must have merry fellows about you! 'And it's not so much that he's dull: he's so cross, so jealous. 'Ah, you, you're as haughty as a princess! He was in your way, I dare say!
'But how about Potiomkin? I once inquired. Alexey Sergeitch looked grave. 'Potiomkin, Grigory Alexandrovitch, was a statesman, a theologian, a pupil of Catherine's, her cherished creation, one must say.... But enough of that, little sir! Alexey Sergeitch was a very devout man, and, though it was a great effort, he attended church regularly.
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