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"You might very well have answered me with a categorical 'No. But since you do me the honour, Vera Vassilievna, of bestowing your particular friendship on me, you might have gilded your 'No' by saying that you loved another. That would have been sufficient for me, for I should never have asked you who, and your secret would, without doubt, have remained your own."
"He interrupted her with 'Vera Vassilievna, decide whether to-morrow I should ask Tatiana Markovna for your hand, or throw myself into the Volga!" "Those were his words?" "His very words." "Mais, il est ridicule. What did she do? She moaned, cried yes and no?" "She answered, 'No, Ivan Ivanovich, give me time to consider whether I can respond with the same deep affection that you feel for me.
Supposing I had not consented?" "If you had not consented I would have...." "What?" "Oh, I would have gone away from here, joined the Hussars, have contracted debts, and gone to wrack and ruin." "Now he threatens! You should not be so bent on your own way, young man." "Give me Marfa Vassilievna, and I will be more tranquil than water, humbler than the grass."
"Can I be of any use to you, or give him your message?" Maria Vassilievna thought that she might as well tell the priest what was the matter. Michael Vedensky was a widower, and a very ambitious man. A year ago he had met Mitia Smokovnikov's father in society, and had had a discussion with him on religion.
The young officials smoothed their coats, Niel Andreevich kissed her hand with evident pleasure, and the girls fixed their eyes on her. Meanwhile Marfinka was busily employed in pouring out time, handing dishes and particularly in entertaining her friends. "Vera Vassilievna, my dear, do take my part," cried Niel Andreevich. "Is any one offending you?" "Indeed there is.
My magnetic eyes, my threats had, as it were, bewitched her poor head; in my arms she was dying with fear, and when at the end of one of these sweet interviews, she heard me cry out, 'Olga Vassilievna, your lover is a serf, she nearly perished of shame and horror."
He wandered about like a drunken man, silent and listening for the noise of any carriage in the street, when he would rush to the window to look if it bore his fugitive wife. He would come to them in a few weeks, he said, after Marfinka's wedding, as Vera suggested. Then he became aware of Vera's presence. "Vera Vassilievna!" he cried in surprise, staring at her as he addressed Raisky.
We were joined on these occasions by two plump, short young ladies, sisters, and distant relations of the Zlotnitskys, terribly given to giggling, and a few lads from the military school, very good-natured, quiet fellows. Pasinkov always used to sit beside Tatiana Vassilievna, and with her, judge what was to be done to the one who had to pay a forfeit.
He laid on a chair with his hat a bunch of cornflowers and a packet carefully done up in a handkerchief. "Good-day, Tatiana Markovna; Good-day, Marfa Vassilievna," he cried. He kissed the old lady's hand, and would have raised Marfinka's to his lips, but she pulled it away, though he found time to snatch a hasty kiss from it.
He may have heard through others that I certainly was in the town; I was spending a couple of days with a friend. I shall spread it about that I did visit the precipice on that evening with Vera Vassilievna, although that is not the case.
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