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Updated: August 31, 2025
"Whatever they are, if they break on you, Vera Vassilievna, seek refuge in the forest over the Volga, where lives a bear who will serve you, as the fairytale tells." "I will remember," returned Vera laughing. "If a sorcerer wants to carry me off, as in the fairy-tale, I will take refuge in the wood."
"You must tell her to-night, Marfa Vassilievna. We have come too near to one another that if we were suddenly separated.... Should you like that, Marfa Vassilievna? If you like I will go away for good." She wept and seized his hand in panic, when he drew back a step. "You love me, you love me," he cried. "Does your mother know what you are saying to me?" "Not yet." "Ought you to say it then?
Yes, and after sending hosts of telegrams to know if I were dead or not! Yes, yes, I have heard the whole story. I am very much alive, though, as you may see." "Pardon me, Antonida Vassilievna," I replied good humouredly as I recovered my presence of mind. "I have no reason to wish you ill. I am merely rather astonished to see you. Why should I not be so, seeing how unexpected "
However, I will go and look for them myself. Tell me the nearest way to their rooms. Do you like being here?" "Yes, I thank you, Antonida Vassilievna." "And you, Potapitch, you go and tell that fool of a landlord to reserve me a suitable suite of rooms. They must be handsomely decorated, and not too high up. Have my luggage taken up to them. But what are you tumbling over yourselves for?
Were they terrified by the storm?" "My horses obey me like dogs. Should I have driven Vera Vassilievna if there were any danger?" "You are a good friend," interrupted Vera. "I have absolute trust both in you, and in your horses." At this moment Raisky returned, having changed his clothes. He had noticed the glance which Vera gave Tushin, and had heard her last remark.
Forgive me my too hasty speech." "You, too, my poor Ivan Ivanovich! I can find neither prayers nor tears, nor is there any guidance or help for me anywhere." "What words of despair are these, Vera Vassilievna?" "Do you know whom you love?" He threw his cloak on the bench, and wiped the sweat from his brow. Her words told him that his hopes were ruined, that her love was given elsewhere.
"I have bought tickets for the charity concert, for you and Mama, for Vera Vassilievna and Marfa Vassilievna and for Boris Pavlovich. It's a splendid concert ... the first singer in Moscow...." "Why do we need to go to concerts?" interrupted Tatiana Markovna, looking at him sideways. "The nightingales sing so finely here. In the evening we go into the garden, and can hear them for nothing."
"My carriage is solid, and has a cover. Vera Vassilievna sat as dry as if she were in a room." "But in this terrible storm." "Only old women are afraid of a storm." "I'm much obliged." "I beg your pardon," said Tushin in embarrassment. "It slipped from my tongue. I meant ordinary women." "God will forgive you," laughed Tatiana Markovna. "It won't indeed hurt you, but Vera! Were you not afraid?"
At the time, however, I never surmised them no, not even when Papa received from her brother Peter a letter which so upset him that not again until the end of August did he go to call upon the Epifanovs'. Then, however, he began his visits once more, and ended by informing us, on the day before Woloda and I were to return to Moscow, that he was about to take Avdotia Vassilievna Epifanov to be his wife.
Everything in the house went on as before. There were no festivities in honour of Vera's name day, as she had expressed a wish that there should be none. Neither Marfinka nor the Vikentevs came; a messenger was sent to Kolchino with the announcement that Vera Vassilievna was unwell and was keeping her room.
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