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Tatyana Ivanovna was shy, bashful, and modest in her behaviour; she moved softly and smoothly, said little, seldom laughed, and her whole life was as regular as her face and as flat as her smooth, tidy hair. My uncle screwed up his eyes looking after her, and smiled. Mother looked intently at his smiling face and grew serious. "And so, brother, you've never married!" she sighed.
'Under these circumstances, he wrote to her, 'I propose coming to you to regain my health in the country. And in the May of the same year Andryusha did, in fact, return to Maliya-Briki. Tatyana Borissovna did not recognise him for the first minute.
TATYÁNA. Why should I be so frank with you? What good can come of it? It's too late to mend things now. BABÁYEV. If you can't mend things entirely, at least, darling Tatyána Danílovna, you can sweeten your existence for a time, so that you will not be entirely smothered by the vulgar life around you. TATYÁNA. For a time, yes! Then life will be harder than ever.
I can breathe easily at last... I always fancied her just so, she added in a whisper, her eyes riveted on the eyes of Tatyana Borissovna. 'You won't be angry with me, will you, my dear kind friend? 'Really, I'm delighted!... Won't you have some tea? The lady smiled patronisingly: 'Wie wahr, wie unreflectiert', she murmured, as it were to herself. 'Let me embrace you, my dear one!
LUKÉRYA. Far? TATYÁNA. Across the river. LUKÉRYA. Will he be long? TATYÁNA. He said, not sooner than an hour. LUKÉRYA. Now you might run over. I was just there he's waiting. He leaves to-day. TATYÁNA. Surely not to-day? How can that be, Lusha, my dear? He didn't tell me. If I could only see him! LUKÉRYA. Take my kerchief and cover yourself all up with it.
Rakitin, of course, but ... old Byelinsky said that, too, so they say.” “Byelinsky? I don’t remember. He hasn’t written that anywhere.” “If he didn’t write it, they say he said it. I heard that from a ... but never mind.” “And have you read Byelinsky?” “Well, no ... I haven’t read all of him, but ... I read the passage about Tatyana, why she didn’t go off with Onyegin.”
We had mournful songs, too, but it was always a pleasure to hear them.... For instance: "'Come, come to me in the meadow, Where I am awaiting thee; Come, come to me in the meadow, Where I'm shedding tears for thee... Alas! thou'rt coming to the meadow, But too late, dear love, for me!" Tatyana Borissovna smiled slyly. 'I agon-ise, I agon-ise! yelled her nephew in the next room.
Who would want to lose such a wife? In the first place, it's just like tearing a piece out of his heart; and secondly with their taunts and reproaches they would give me no peace, drive me wild. I must tell you, I love you more than my soul, and I had no intention of abusing you, but how can I explain it? I can't help having notions. TATYÁNA. Don't have them. KRASNÓV. That's all over now.
"Come oftener," I'll tell him, "we like it better when you aren't here." So there'll be less talk and my heart will be calmer. Enter BABÁYEV, TATYÁNA, and LUKÉRYA. BABÁYEV, KRASNÓV, TATYÁNA, and LUKÉRYA BABÁYEV. So this is where you live! Is this your own little house? TATYÁNA. Our own. This is my husband. BABÁYEV. I'm delighted. I've known your wife a long while. KRASNÓV. That's your affair.
How often, for instance, have I chanced to ask a peasant: 'Tell me, my friend, how am I to get to Gratchevka? let us say. 'Well, sir, you go on first to Vyazovoe, and from there to Tatyana Borissovna's, and from Tatyana Borissovna's any one will show you the way. And at the name of Tatyana Borissovna the peasant wags his head in quite a special way.
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