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Updated: June 24, 2025
He is a splendid man; he knows how to value you; he has not been crushed by life he is simple and pure-hearted in soul... he will make your happiness. 'Of whom are you speaking, Dmitri Niklaitch? 'Is it possible you don't understand? Of Volintsev, of course. What? isn't it true? Natalya turned a little away from Rudin. She was completely overwhelmed. 'Do you imagine he doesn't love you?
But there's all the difference between word and deed, and you were afraid now, just as you were afraid the day before yesterday at dinner of Volintsev. The colour rushed to Rudin's face. Natalya's unexpected energy had astounded him; but her last words wounded his vanity. 'You are too angry now, Natalya Alexyevna, he began; 'you cannot realise how bitterly you wound me.
Volintsev did not ask what the one thing was, and in profound silence they all returned to Darya Mihailovna's house. Before dinner the party was again assembled in the drawing-room. Pigasov, however, did not come. Rudin was not at his best; he did nothing but press Pandalevsky to play Beethoven. Volintsev was silent and stared at the floor.
Volintsev went away soon after dinner. As he bade Natalya good-bye he could not resist saying to her: 'Why are you confused, as though you had done wrong? You cannot have done wrong to any one! Natalya did not understand at all, and could only gaze after him.
'Yes, of you; I repeat, I will not deceive you. You know now what was the feeling, the new feeling I spoke of then.... Till to-day I should not have ventured... Natalya suddenly hid her face in her hands, and ran towards the house. She was so distracted by the unexpected conclusion of her conversation with Rudin, that she ran past Volintsev without even noticing him.
A servant entered with a letter in his hand. 'From whom? asked Lezhnyov. 'From Rudin, Dmitri Nikolaitch. The Lasunsky's servant brought it. 'From Rudin? repeated Volintsev, 'to whom? 'To you. 'To me!... give it me! Volintsev seized the letter, quickly tore it open, and began to read.
On his return home, Volintsev was so gloomy and dejected, he gave his sister such listless answers, and so quickly locked himself up in his room, that she decided to send a messenger to Lezhnyov. She always had recourse to him in times of difficulty. Lezhnyov sent her word that he would come in the next day. Volintsev was no more cheerful in the morning.
Volintsev agreed with her, though he observed that he sometimes expressed himself somewhat obscurely that is to say, not altogether intelligibly, he added, wishing, no doubt, to make his own thought clear, but his face was gloomy, and his eyes, fixed on a corner of the carriage, seemed even more melancholy than usual.
'But have you seen him? inquired Volintsev. 'I saw him this morning at Darya Mihallovna's. You know he is her first favourite now. The time will come when she will part with him Pandalevsky is the only man she will never part with but now he is supreme. I saw him, to be sure! He was sitting there, and she showed me off to him, "see, my good friend, what queer fish we have here!"
But it's curious: you see he thought it his duty to write you this letter, and he came to see you from a sense of duty... these gentlemen find a duty at every step, some duty they owe... or some debt, added Lezhnyov, pointing with a smile to the postscript. 'And what phrases he rounds off! cried Volintsev. 'He was mistaken in me. He expected I would be superior to my surroundings.
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