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If she stays long, my husband will make such a fuss that I won't forget it for a month of Sundays. AFÓNYA. Go away, leave me alone! Leave me alone! ULYÁNA. Is Tatyána at home? AFÓNYA. No, she's gone. ULYÁNA. Then she's here at the gentleman's; I just saw her. AFÓNYA. At the gentleman's? Heavens! Have people no sense of shame! AFÓNYA. Heavens! I haven't any strength!
Judging by her beauty and the standing of her former admirers, she should now be riding in a carriage. As it is, necessity has forced her to marry a peasant, almost for a crust of bread, and to blush for him whenever she sees anybody. BABÁYEV. So Tatyána Danílovna has married I'm sorry. LUKÉRYA. You needn't feel sorry. She's no match for you. BABÁYEV. Of course.
Then I was a girl and could love any one I wished; now I am married. Just think! BABÁYEV. Why, certainly. Yet I can't imagine you belonging to any one else. Do what you will, I can hardly control my desire to call you Tánya, as I used to. TATYÁNA. Why control yourself? Call me Tánya. BABÁYEV. But what's the use, my dear! You don't love me any more! TATYÁNA. Who told you that?
LUKÉRYA. How many times she's told me: "I love my husband very much, very, very much." ARKHÍP. What do you keep backing each other up for? Have you been plotting together? LUKÉRYA. Why should I be silent? TATYÁNA. Grandfather Arkhíp, I want to ask you to have a talk with my husband ARKHÍP. Wait! Wait! Give me time don't take me off my feet! You say that your husband is angry with you?
I don't suppose you're made of sugar; you won't fall to pieces. TATYÁNA. That's all right. KRASNÓV. I know you didn't mean anything. What's there to complain of! No need to get angry at such treatment! Isn't that so? TATYÁNA. You know yourself, why ask! KRASNÓV. Such is life with a good woman! Peaches and cream! Simply lovely! Nothing on earth is better!
Tatyana Ilyinitchna went out after him. 'Give him some tea, you soft-hearted creature, cried Ovsyanikov after her. 'He's not a stupid fellow, he continued, 'and he's a good heart, but I feel afraid for him.... But pardon me for having so long kept you occupied with such details. The door from the hall opened. A short grizzled little man came in, in a velvet coat.
Of the neighbouring ladies Tatyana Borissovna sees very little; they do not care about going to see her, and she does not know how to amuse them; the sound of their chatter sends her to sleep; she starts, tries to keep her eyes open, and drops off again. Tatyana Borissovna is not fond of women as a rule.
Everybody knows you're a good man. KRASNÓV. And what else? TATYÁNA. You're very kind, and you don't begrudge me anything. What are you frowning at? Did I muss you a little? TATYÁNA. You're holding me too tight. KRASNÓV. Oh, for the Lord's sake! I just can't help it! I squeeze you the way I love you. It's right from the heart, no humbug.
Then you're to blame? TATYÁNA. Much I am to blame! ARKHÍP. Much or little, you're certainly to blame. You don't want to humble yourself; you're ashamed to so you ask me. Is that so? TATYÁNA. Yes, grandfather Arkhíp. ARKHÍP. Are you speaking sincerely, or just words? TATYÁNA. Sincerely, grandfather. ARKHÍP. But what's that to me! It's not my business. If you lie, then you'll answer to God!
Benevolensky's arrival, Tatyana Borissovna told her nephew at tea-time to show their guest his drawings. 'Why, does he draw? said Mr. Benevolensky, with some surprise, and he turned with interest to Andryusha. 'Yes, he draws, said Tatyana Borissovna; 'he's so fond of it! and he does it all alone, without a master. 'Ah! show me, show me, cried Mr. Benevolensky.
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