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Maria Dmitrievna made no reply. "Why doesn't Gedeonovsky come?" continued Marfa Timofeevna, rapidly plying her knitting needles. Perhaps he would have uttered some platitude or other." "How unkindly you always speak of him! Sergius Petrovich is a most respectable man." "Respectable!" echoed the old lady reproachfully. "And then," continued Maria Dmitrievna, "how devoted he was to my dear husband!
But even those few astonished Ivan Petrovich; he was not aware that Marfa Timofeevna had taught his wife to read and write. It must not be supposed that Ivan Petrovich gave himself up for any length of time to the sweet emotion caused by paternal feeling. He was just then paying court to one of the celebrated Phrynes or Laises of the day classical names were still in vogue at that time.
What are we to do with her? She is like a mad woman when you are away. Doesn't see anything, doesn't remember anything," she went on, repeating her usual phrases. "Look, Anna Timofeevna," she added to her companion, "see what a box for cards my son has brought us!" Belova admired the presents and was delighted with her dress material.
She is up-stairs in her room," answered Maria Dmitrievna. "You can ask for her." Lavretsky went up-stairs. He found Marfa Timofeevna also at cards. She was playing at Durachki with Nastasia Carpovna. Roska barked at him, but both the old ladies received him cordially. Marfa Timofeevna seemed in special good humor. "Ah, Fedia!" she said, "do sit down, there's a good fellow.
"How can I amuse Fedor Ivanovich?" said Liza. "I would rather play him something on the piano, if he likes," she continued irresolutely. "That's capital. You're a clever creature," replied Marfa Timofeevna. "Go down-stairs, my dears. I must have my revenge." Liza rose from her chair, and so did Lavretsky. As she was going down-stairs, Liza stopped. "What they say is true," she began.
"Listen to what I am going to tell you, Lizochka," suddenly said Marfa Timofeevna, making Liza sit down beside her on the bed, smoothing down the girl's hair, and setting her neckerchief straight while she spoke. "It seems to you, in the heat of the moment, as if it were impossible for your wound to be cured. Ah, my love, it is only death for which there is no cure.
And Marfa Timofeevna could not sufficiently kiss those poor, pale, nerveless hands; while silent tears poured down from her eyes and from Liza's too.
"So I see you have arranged your little cell afresh," said Marfa Timofeevna, bending low over a young rose-tree in one of the flower-pots. "How sweet this smells!" Liza looked at her aunt with a meditative air. "What was that word you used?" she whispered. "What word what?" sharply replied the old lady. "It is dreadful," she continued, suddenly pulling off her cap and sitting down on Liza's bed.
I am not very strong in the French 'dialect' myself. It would be better if he spoke no language at all; he wouldn't tell lies then. But of course, here he is, in the very nick of time," continued Marfa Timofeevna, looking down the street. "Here comes your agreeable man, striding along. How spindle-shanked he is, to be sure just like a stork!" Maria Dmitrievna arranged her curls.
No one knows, no eye has seen or ever will see, how the grain which has been confided to the earth's bosom becomes instinct with vitality, and ripens into stirring, blossoming life. Ten o'clock struck, and Marfa Timofeevna went up-stairs to her room with Nastasia Carpovna.
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