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Updated: May 7, 2025
She said thou to Nastasia Carpovna, although she lived on a footing of equality with her but it was not for nothing that she was a Pestof. Marfa Timofeevna was perfectly well aware of the fact. "Tell me, please," Lavretsky began again. "Maria Dmitrievna was talking to me just now about that what's his name? Panshine. What sort of a man is he?"
But in spite of all this, she felt a certain kind of modest shame as if a stranger had entered her pure maiden chamber. Marfa Timofeevna came to her rescue. "Well, if you will not amuse him," she said, "who is to amuse him, poor fellow? I am too old for him; he is too clever for me; and as to Nastasia Carpovna, he is too old for her. It's only boys she cares for."
"But I think " began Maria Dmitrievna, adding, however, "Well, just as you like." It was settled that Lenochka and Shurochka should go. Marfa Timofeevna refused to take part in the excursion. "It's a bore to me, my dear," she said, "to move my old bones; and there's nowhere, I suppose, in your house where I could pass the night; besides, I never can sleep in a strange bed.
All that night long Marfa Timofeevna sat watching by Liza's bedside. Lavretsky spent a day and a half at Vasilievskoe, wandering about the neighborhood almost all the time. He could not remain long in any one place. His grief goaded him on. He experienced all the pangs of a ceaseless, impetuous, and impotent longing.
The old lady commenced bustling about again, and began to open the drawers in her commode. Lavretsky remained quietly sitting on his chair. Suddenly light steps were heard on the staircase and Liza entered. Lavretsky stood up and bowed. Liza remained near the door. "Liza, Lizochka," hurriedly began Marfa Timofeevna, "where have you where have you put my book?" "What book, aunt?"
Take it, take it please; it is I who wish to have the service performed for her. I didn't love her while she lived, but it must be confessed that she was a girl of character. She was clever. And then she didn't hurt you. And now go, and God be with you else I shall tire you." And Marfa Timofeevna embraced her nephew. "And Liza shall not marry Panshine; don't make yourself uneasy about that.
"Really!" answered Varvara Pavlovna. Liza entered her aunt's room, and sank on a chair perfectly worn out. For a long time Marfa Timofeevna looked at her in silence, then she quietly knelt down before her, and began, still quite silently, to kiss her hands first one, and then the other.
"Why, I thought you didn't like M. Panshine yourself." Marfa Timofeevna pushed the glass away. "I can't drink it. I should knock out my last teeth, if I tried. What has Panshine to do with it? Whatever have we to do with Panshine? Much better tell me who taught you to make appointments with people at night. Eh, my mother!" Liza turned very pale.
By a fortunate chance he met Shurochka in the court-yard, and she brought him to Marfa Timofeevna. He found the old lady, contrary to her usual custom, alone. She was without her cap, and was sitting in a corner of the room in a slouching attitude, her arms folded across her breast.
She went up to that old lady in church one day, Nastasia Carpovna had pleased Marfa Timofeevna by praying as the latter lady said, "in very good taste" began to talk to her, and invited her home to a cup of tea. From that day she parted with her no more. Nastasia Carpovna, whose father had belonged to the class of poor gentry, was a widow without children.
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