Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 1, 2025
Tatyana arose and walked to the oven. "Ye-es," Pyotr said softly, with a smile. "Now, friend, keep your ears pricked. When the papers appear among the people " "I'm not speaking of myself. If they arrest me, it's no great matter." The wife came up to the table and asked Stepan to make room. He arose and watched her spread the table as he stood to one side.
He determined to tell Tatyana the truth, and in the morning he steeled himself for the interview. He found her alone, and with an effort stumbled out the introductory words of his confession. Tatyana stopped him abruptly in the middle. "Grigory Mihalovitch," she said in a measured voice, while a deathly pallor overspread her whole face, "I will come to your assistance.
When old Natalia Petrovna, who lives on the floor below with great-aunt Tatyana Alexandrovna, pours herself out a glass of kvass, he picks it up and drinks it right off, then says, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Natalia Petrovna; I made a mistake!" We all laugh delightedly, and it seems odd that papa is not in the least afraid of Natalia Petrovna.
You saw I didn't spare my own sister, and drove her out of my house; but if it had been a stranger, he wouldn't have got off alive. You don't know my character yet; at times I'm afraid of myself. TATYÁNA. What, do you become dreadfully furious? KRASNÓV. Not that I'm furious, I'm hot-tempered. I'm beside myself, and don't see people at such times. TATYÁNA. How terribly you talk!
Tatyána Danílovna, the wife of the shopkeeper, has come with her sister, and wants to know if they may come in. BABÁYEV. Ask them in. I'll tell you what! Listen, landlady! Please avoid gossip! It's possible that she'll come again, so you'll please say that she comes to see you.
KRASNÓV. I tell you that's all past! Now tell me why you love me? How can you be so attached to me? TATYÁNA. I just love you, that's all. KRASNÓV. No, do tell me! It does me good to hear it from you. I want to know what there is in me that could make such a beauty fall in love with me. Did I please you by my wit or by something else? TATYÁNA. By everything. Who could say anything bad of you?
Fyodor, sullen and gloomy, was staring at her from one corner, and in the other sat Pobyedimsky, snorting angrily and retreating into the high collar of his shirt. My uncle was walking up and down the room thinking. Silence reigned; nothing was to be heard but the rustling of the linen in Tatyana Ivanovna's hands.
How many people have confided their family secrets and the griefs of their hearts to her, and have wept over her hands! At times she sits opposite her visitor, leaning lightly on her elbow, and looks with such sympathy into his face, smiles so affectionately, that he cannot help feeling: 'What a dear, good woman you are, Tatyana Borissovna!
TATYÁNA. Where is your love? Now we see it very plainly. I must serve your relatives and friends like a cook; but when our friend came, a gentleman, then you almost drove him away. LUKÉRYA. You did drive him away, only in a roundabout fashion. TATYÁNA. You'd better not speak of your love. What do I want with your love when you disgrace me at every step.
On a table in a corner toward the front of the room burned a lamp. The master of the hut sat at the table, tapping his fingers on its edge. He fixed his glance on the mother's eyes. "Come in!" he said, after a deliberate pause. "Tatyana, go call Pyotr. Quick!" The woman hastened away without looking at her guest.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking