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Sophya Pavlovna came up to Foma, greeted him and said in a sad, low voice: "I looked at your face on the day of the funeral, and my heart saddened. My God, I thought, how he must suffer!" And Foma listened to her and felt as though he was drinking honey. "These cries of yours, they shook my soul, my poor child! I may speak to you this way, for I am an old woman already."
Sophya Pavlovna Medinskaya, the wealthy architect's wife, who was well known in the city for her tireless efforts in the line of arranging various charitable projects, persuaded Ignat to endow seventy-five thousand roubles for the erection of a lodging-house in the city and of a public library with a reading-room.
Behind her armchair stood a large philodendron-plant whose big, figured leaves were hanging down in the air over her little golden head. "How do you do, Sophya Pavlovna," said Mayakin, tenderly, approaching her with his hand outstretched. "What, are you still collecting contributions from poor people like us?"
"God bless me!" he said to himself, and in a lowered voice, strengthening his heart, began: "Sophya Pavlovna! Enough! I have something to say. I have come to tell you: 'Enough! We must deal fairly, openly. At first you have attracted me to yourself, and now you are fencing away from me. I cannot understand what you say. My mind is dull, but I can feel that you wish to hide yourself.
And about two days later he would come to undergo the same torture again. One day he asked her timidly: "Sophya Pavlovna! Have you ever had any children?" "No." "I thought not!" exclaimed Foma with delight. She cast at him the look of a very naive little girl, and said: "What made you think so? And why do you want to know whether I had any children or not?"
All this provoked laughter among Sophya Pavlovna and her admirers, and Foma suffered greatly, changing from heat to cold. But he felt no less uncomfortable even when alone with her.
"And it all came about," said Foma, slowly, in a dull voice, "because you said that she was going away." "Who? "Sophya Pavlovna." "Yes, she is going away. Well?" He stood opposite Foma and stared at him, with a smile in his eyes. Gordyeeff was silent, with lowered head, tapping the stone of the sidewalk with his cane. "Come," said Ookhtishchev.
The governor himself came out to accompany your father to the church, the mayor, and almost the entire city council. And behind you just turn around! There goes Sophya Pavlovna. The town pays its respects to Ignat." At first Foma did not listen to his godfather's whisper, but when he mentioned Medinskaya, he involuntarily looked back and noticed the governor.
And here his thoughts rested on Lubov's complaints. His gait became slower; he was now astounded by the fact that all the people that were near to him and with whom he talked a great deal, always spoke to him of life. His father, his aunt, his godfather, Lubov, Sophya Pavlovna, all these either taught him to understand life, or complained of it.
Sitting there in the corner, beneath the green leaves, she looked at once like a flower, and like an ikon. "See, Sophya Pavlovna, how he is staring at you. An eagle, eh?" said Ignat. Her eyes became narrower, a faint blush leaped to her cheeks, and she burst into laughter. It sounded like the tinkling of a little silver bell. And she immediately arose, saying: "I wouldn't disturb you. Good-bye!"
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