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Updated: June 24, 2025
Volintsev flung his book on the floor, and raised his head. 'Who has come? he asked. 'Rudin, Dmitri Nikolaitch, repeated the man. Volintsev got up. 'Ask him in, he said, 'and you, sister, he added, turning to Alexandra Pavlovna, 'leave us alone. 'But why? she was beginning. 'I have a good reason, he interrupted, passionately. 'I beg you to leave us. Rudin entered.
Rudin called him a knight-errant, and sang his praises to his face and behind his back; but Volintsev could not bring himself to like him and always felt an involuntary impatience and annoyance when Rudin devoted himself to enlarging on his good points in his presence. 'Is he making fun of me? he thought, and he felt a throb of hatred in his heart.
Half an hour later, Alexandra Pavlovna again came to the door. 'Mihailo Mihailitch is here, she said, 'will you see him? 'Yes, answered Volintsev, 'let them show him up here. Lezhnyov came in. 'What, aren't you well? he asked, seating himself in a chair near the sofa.
Volintsev, standing in the middle of the room, received him with a chilly bow, without offering his hand. 'Confess you did not expect me, began Rudin, and he laid his hat down by the window His lips were slightly twitching. He was ill at ease, but tried to conceal his embarrassment. 'I did not expect you, certainly, replied Volintsev, 'after yesterday.
If he begins to abuse himself, he humbles himself into the dust come, one thinks, he will never dare to face the light of day after that. Not a bit of it! It only cheers him up, as if he'd treated himself to a glass of grog. Pandalevsky was a little afraid of Rudin, and cautiously tried to win his favour. Volintsev had got on to curious terms with him.
Rudin tried to look at him, but he could not control his eyes, and turned away smiling without opening his lips. 'Aha! so you too have lost your tail! thought Pigasov; and Natalya's heart sank in terror. Darya Mihailovna gave Volintsev a long puzzled stare and at last was the first to speak; she began to describe an extraordinary dog belonging to a minister So-and-So.
After tea he was starting to superintend the work on the estate, but he stayed at home instead, lay on the sofa, and took up a book a thing he did not often do. Volintsev had no taste for literature, and poetry simply alarmed him. 'This is as incomprehensible as poetry, he used to say, and, in confirmation of his words, he used to quote the following lines from a Russian poet:
'What is the matter? said Volintsev, who all this time was still standing in his original position, staring sullenly at Rudin, and sometimes pulling the ends of his moustache. 'If you would kindly... I came here to make an explanation, certainly, but all the same it cannot be done off-hand. 'Why not? 'A third person is involved in this matter. 'What third person?
Volintsev started and raised his head, as though he had just waked up. 'What can I say? I don't know him. Besides, my head aches to-day. 'Yes, you look rather pale this evening, remarked Alexandra Pavlovna; 'are you unwell? 'My head aches, repeated Volintsev, and he went away. Alexandra Pavlovna and Lezhnyov looked after him, and exchanged glances, though they said nothing.
'Why have you come back so early? asked Alexandra Pavlovna. 'Oh! I was bored. 'Was Rudin there? 'Yes. Volintsev flung down his cap and sat down. Alexandra Pavlovna turned eagerly to him. Volintsev muttered something. 'But I am not disputing at all with you, Lezhnyov began. 'I have no doubt of the cleverness and eloquence of Mr. Rudin; I only say that I don't like him.
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