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'Darya always leaves it about somewhere, said Anna Vassilyevna, and she walked away with a rustle of silk skirts. Shubin was about to follow her, but he stopped on hearing Uvar Ivanovitch's drawling voice behind him. 'I would... have given it you... young puppy, the retired cornet brought out in gasps. Shubin went up to him. 'And what have I done, then, most venerable Uvar Ivanovitch?
Uvar Ivanovitch made his appearance; he glanced at him and said, 'bah! He usually behaved coldly and haughtily to Uvar Ivanovitch, though he acknowledged in him 'traces of the true Stahov blood. Almost all Russian families of the nobility are convinced, as is well known, of the existence of exceptional hereditary characteristics, peculiar to them alone; we have more than once heard discussions 'among ourselves' of the Podsalaskinsky 'noses, and the 'Perepreyevsky' necks.
At last, all with one mind, began to wish to go upon the water. Shubin, Insarov, and Bersenyev raced each other over the grass. They succeeded in finding a large painted boat and two boatmen, and beckoned to the ladies. The ladies stepped into the boat; Uvar Ivanovitch cautiously lowered himself into it after them. Great was the mirth while he got in and took his seat.
'Why, she thought, 'did not Dmitri take me away then, from that little chapel, wherever he wanted to go? Didn't he tell me I was his wife before God? What am I here for? She suddenly began to feel shy of every one, even of Uvar Ivanovitch, who was flourishing his fingers in more perplexity than ever.
Zoya was sitting by her, the folds of her skirt arranged precisely about her, and her little hands clasped on her knees. Uvar Ivanovitch was reposing in the attic on a wide and comfortable divan, known as a 'samo-son' or 'dozer. Bersenyev again mentioned his father; he held his memory sacred. Let us, too, say a few words about him.
Uvar Ivanovitch wore a loose snuff-coloured coat and a white neckcloth, used to eat often and much, and in moments of great perplexity, that is to say when it happened to him to express some opinion, he would flourish the fingers of his right hand meditatively in the air, with a convulsive spasm from the first finger to the little finger, and back from the little finger to the first finger, while he articulated with effort, 'to be sure... there ought to... in some sort of a way.
She could scarcely move for weariness, and this weariness was pleasant to her; everything, indeed, was pleasant to her. Everything seemed sweet and friendly to her. Uvar Ivanovitch was sitting at the window; she went up to him, laid her hand on his shoulder, stretched a little, and involuntarily, as it seemed, she laughed. 'What is it? he inquired, astonished. She did not know what to say.
'How! you are young, be respectful. Yes indeed. 'Respectful to whom? 'To whom? You know whom. Ay, grin away. Shubin crossed his arms on his breast. 'Ah, you type of the choice element in drama, he exclaimed, 'you primeval force of the black earth, cornerstone of the social fabric! Uvar Ivanovitch's fingers began to work. 'There, there, my boy, don't provoke me.
'Nikolai Artemyevitch! he shouted at the top of his voice, 'Augustina Christianovna is here and is asking for you! Nikolai Artemyevitch turned round infuriated, threatening Shubin with his fist; he stood still a minute and rapidly went out of the room. Elena fell at her mother's feet and embraced her knees. Uvar Ivanovitch was lying on his bed.
'H'm, grunted Uvar Ivanovitch, flourishing his fingers, 'then you ought yes Elena was looking round her and thinking, 'From all this I soon must part... and strange I have no dread, no doubt, no regret.... No, I am sorry for mamma. Then the little chapel rose again before her mind, again her voice was echoing in it, and she felt his arms about her.
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