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Updated: June 1, 2025
"How was it that thou didst see her?" muttered the astounded Alexyéi Sergyéitch, who now heard a coherent speech from him for the first time. "What is she like? Has she a scythe?" "No," replied Prince L. "She's a plain old woman in a loose gown only she has but one eye in her forehead, and that eye has no lid."
Alexyéi Sergyéitch had received a scanty education, like all nobles of that epoch; but he had completed it, to a certain degree, by reading. He read only Russian books of the end of the last century; he considered the newer writers unleavened and weak in style.
And whether I was in heaven or on earth, and how and whither she withdrew, whether she soared up on high, or passed into another room, I know not to this day!" I often tried to question Alexyéi Sergyéitch about those olden days, about the men who surrounded the Empress.... But he generally evaded the subject. "What's the use of talking about old times?" he said ... "one only tortures himself.
They would begin to dance, and she would click her heels and strike an attitude. Alexyéi Sergyéitch was very well aware that his wife was stupid; but he had trained himself, almost from the first year of his married life, to pretend that she was very keen of tongue and fond of saying stinging things.
Alexyéi Sergyéitch made his confession, received the holy communion, took leave of the members of his household, and began to sink into a stupor. Malánya Pávlovna was sitting beside his bed. "Alexis!" she suddenly shrieked, "do not frighten me, do not close thy dear eyes! Hast thou any pain?" The old man looked at his wife.
And on the following day Prince L. actually expired, after having fulfilled all his religious obligations and taken leave of every one intelligently and with emotion. "That's the way I shall die also," Alexyéi Sergyéitch was wont to remark. And, in fact, something similar happened with him of which, later on. But now let us return to our former subject.
So long as it is whole and lasts, what beautiful colours play upon it! Red and yellow and blue; all one can say is, ''Tis a rainbow or a diamond! But it soon bursts, and no trace of it remains. And that's what those men were like." "Well, and how about Potyómkin?" I asked one day. Alexyéi Sergyéitch assumed a pompous mien.
And one foreigner, a rich, very rich man, shot himself for love on that occasion, and Orlóff was present also.... And approaching Alexyéi Sergyéitch he congratulated him and called him a lucky dog.... 'Thou art a lucky dog, brother gaper! he said.
It is a difficult matter to judge between parents and children. "A vast ravine begins with a tiny rift," Alexyéi Sergyéitch had said to me on another occasion, referring to the same subject. "A wound an arshín long will heal over, but if you cut off so much as a nail, it will not grow again!" I have an idea that the daughters were ashamed of their eccentric old folks.
Alexyéi Sergyéitch always wore a grey "redingote" with three capes which fell over his shoulders, a striped waistcoat, chamois-leather breeches and dark-red morocco short boots with a heart-shaped cleft, and a tassel at the top of the leg; he wore a white muslin neckerchief, a frill, lace cuffs, and two golden English "onions," one in each pocket of his waistcoat.
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