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His aunt who could have imagined such a thing? idolises him, and the young girls of the neighbourhood are falling in love with him.... Many of her old friends have given up going to Tatyana Borissovna's. I have a neighbour, a young landowner and a young sportsman. One fine July morning I rode over to him with a proposition that we should go out grouse-shooting together. He agreed.
If it depended on me, I'd fly to him. LUKÉRYA. We'll have to rack our brains how we may work that. TATYÁNA. No matter how I rack my brain, I can't think of anything. LUKÉRYA. I know what, Tánya! You'll have to fool your husband. TATYÁNA. How? LUKÉRYA. We women couldn't live without cunning, because we're the weaker sex, and abused on all sides. TATYÁNA. But what cunning? Tell me!
It's beyond my strength. LUKÉRYA. But he loves you very much, Tánya. TATYÁNA. Is that so? Oh, bother him. That's just it; at first I haven't enough sense, then I have to cry over it. My mother used to say to me: "Be careful, daughter, your lack of common sense will be your ruin." LUKÉRYA. You want to see him, I suppose? I think he's waiting. TATYÁNA. Well, of course.
I put down this change in them both to their being offended with my uncle. My absent-minded uncle mixed up their names, and to the very day of his departure failed to distinguish which was my tutor and which was Tatyana Ivanovna's husband. Tatyana Ivanovna herself he sometimes called Nastasya, sometimes Pelagea, and sometimes Yevdokia.
Sits there and swaggers like a peasant; and I have to pretend to love him, to humor him; how disgusting! I'd give anything on earth not to have to do that. But how can I help it! Here I am all alone! "O, mother I'm sad! Sad, my lady! My heart is cast down, Cast down and aching; My beloved knows not How my heart is bleeding." TATYÁNA and LUKÉRYA LUKÉRYA. What, is he gone? TATYÁNA. Yes.
Well, tell him to come in.... So be it, then; for the sake of our good guest I will forgive the silly fellow.... Come, tell him, tell him. Tatyana Ilyinitchna went to the door, and cried 'Mitya! Mitya, a young man of twenty-eight, tall, well-made, and curly-headed, came into the room, and seeing me, stopped short in the doorway.
When Nil tries to seem superior to Pyotr and Tatyana, and says of himself that he is a fine fellow, the element so characteristic of our decent working man, the element of modesty, is lost. He boasts, he argues, but you know one can see what sort of man he is without that.
One of her friends, a good, harmless young man, had a sister, an old maid of thirty-eight and a half, a good-natured creature, but exaggerated, affected, and enthusiastic. Her brother had often talked to her of their neighbour. One fine morning our old maid has her horse saddled, and, without a word to any one, sallies off to Tatyana Borissovna's.
I should like very much to see Tatyána Danílovna. LUKÉRYA. If you wish to see her, then where's the obstacle? She isn't a princess imprisoned behind ten locks. You'll go for a walk, no doubt, as you can't remain in your room? BABÁYEV. I should like to go, but I hardly know in what direction. LUKÉRYA. You needn't go far.
He has not noticed that Tatyana is in love with him; and the young girl has not strength enough to live through the sorrow of seeing herself abandoned forever. She tries to commit suicide, but does not succeed. While Tatyana is bemoaning her fate, Peter has fallen in love with a young woman quite different from any of the members of his family.
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