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And what is there in the matter to be delighted about, I should like to know?" "Doesn't he please you?" "No; he can't fascinate every one. It's enough for him that Nastasia Carpovna here is in love with him." The poor widow was terribly disconcerted. "How can you say so, Marfa Timofeevna? Do not you fear God?" she exclaimed, and a blush instantly suffused her face and neck.
Why, he can never think of him without emotion." "He might well be that, considering that your husband pulled him out of the mud by the ears," growled Marfa Timofeevna, the needles moving quicker than ever under her fingers. "He looks so humble," she began anew after a time. "His head is quite grey, and yet he never opens his mouth but to lie or to slander.
I have already taken leave of every thing, I have greeted every thing in the house for the last time. Something calls me away. I am sad at heart, and I would fain hide myself away for ever. Please don't hinder me or try to dissuade me; but do help me, or I shall have to go away by myself." Marfa Timofeevna listened to her niece with horror. "She is ill," she thought. "She is raving.
Shurochka burst into a laugh she was unable to stifle, and ran out of the room. Lavretsky also rose from his seat. "Yes," he said slowly; "one cannot fathom a girl's heart." As he was going to take leave. "Well; shall we see you soon?" asked Marfa Timofeevna. "Perhaps, aunt. It's no great distance to where I'm going." "Yes; you're going, no doubt, to Vasilievskoe. You won't live at Lavriki.
But before she had had a moment's breathing-time after her scene with Panshine and with her mother, another storm burst upon her, and that from the quarter from which she least expected it. Marfa Timofeevna suddenly came into her room, and immediately shut the door after her. The old lady's face was pale; her cap was all awry; her eyes were flashing, her lips quivering.
"One hundred and one, hundred and two, heart, hundred and three," said the measured tones of his voice, and Lavretsky could not tell which it expressed dislike or assurance. "Can't I see Marfa Timofeevna?" asked Lavretsky, observing that Panshine, with a still more dignified air than before, was about to shuffle the cards; not even a trace of the artist was visible in him now. "I suppose so.
Madame Kalitine sat down to cards with Marfa Timofeevna, Belenitsine, and Gedeonovsky, the latter of whom played very slowly, made continual mistakes, squeezed up his eyes, and mopped his face with his handkerchief.
The next day Ivan Petrovich sent his father a letter, which was frigidly and ironically polite, and then betook himself to the estate of two of his second cousins, Dmitry Pestof, and his sister Marfa Timofeevna, with the latter of whom the reader is already acquainted. He told them everything that had happened, announced his intention of going to St.
"Good Lord! what a chatter-box she is!" grumbled Marfa Timofeevna. "I've no doubt she has communicated to you as a secret that he hangs about here as a suitor. And yet there is nothing settled so far, thank God! but she's always chattering." "Why do you say 'Thank God?" asked Lavretsky. "Why, because this fine young man doesn't please me.
No one ever claimed Roska, and as to Shurochka, she was even gladly given up to Marfa Timofeevna by her uncle, a drunken shoemaker, who never had enough to eat himself, and could still less provide food for his niece, whom he used to hit over the head with his last. As to Nastasia Carpovna, Marfa Timofeevna had made acquaintance with her on a pilgrimage, in a monastery.
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