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Updated: June 9, 2025
'Who is that ... speaking? she articulated slowly ... through her nose. Baburin moved slightly forward. 'Madam, he began, 'it is I.... I venture ... I imagine ... I make bold to submit to your honour that you are making a mistake in acting as ... as you are pleased to act at this moment. 'That is? my grandmother said, in the same voice, not removing her eyeglass.
And with even greater cruelty than our little lady! From his earliest childhood nothing but struggling! And, in fact, I will confess that, inspired by Ruban, I composed in allusion to this fact a stanza for the portrait of Paramon Semyonitch. Wait a bit ... how was it? Yes! 'E'en from the cradle fate's remorseless blows Baburin drove towards the abyss of woes!
'I ask you: where have you studied? You use such learned words. 'I ... my education ... Baburin was beginning. My grandmother shrugged her shoulders contemptuously. 'It seems, she interrupted, 'that my arrangements are not to your liking.
It was so strong that it stifled even the feeling of awe-stricken admiration inspired by the bold action of the republican Baburin. After the conversation with my grandmother, he went at once to his room and began packing up. He did not vouchsafe me one word, one look, though I was the whole time hanging about him, or rather, in reality, about Punin.
I wanted to have another chat with the queer fellow I had seen the day before. Without knocking at the door the very idea of doing so would never have occurred to us I walked straight into the room. I found in it not the man I was looking for, not Punin, but his protector the philanthropist, Baburin. He was standing before the window, without his outer garment, his legs wide apart.
During my absence I heard that Baburin had been acquitted at the trial; it appeared that all that could be proved against him was, that young people regarding him as a person unlikely to awaken suspicion, had sometimes held meetings at his house, and he had been present at their meetings; he was, however, by administrative order sent into exile in one of the western provinces of Siberia.
Such arrangements, I venture to submit, lead to dissatisfaction, and to other which God forbid! consequences, and are nothing else than a transgression of the powers allowed to seignorial proprietors. 'And where have you studied, pray? my grandmother asked after a short silence, and she dropped her eyeglass. Baburin was disconcerted. 'What are you pleased to wish? he muttered.
Baburin was living in the Viborgsky quarter, in a little house which reminded me of the Moscow 'nest': the Petersburg abode was almost shabbier in appearance. When I went into his room he was sitting on a chair in a corner with his hands on his knees; a tallow candle, burning low, dimly lighted up his bowed, white head.
A long time passed, and Baburin did not come back after the cook had called him away. Musa looked several times uneasily towards the door by which he had gone out. At last she could bear it no longer; she got up, and with an apology she too went out by the same door. A quarter of an hour later she came back with her husband; the faces of both, so at least I thought, looked troubled.
Or are you describing him ... from what Musa tells you? Tarhov shrugged his shoulders. 'Musa and I ... have other things to talk of. I tell you what, he added, his whole body quivering with impatience, 'I tell you what: if Baburin has such a noble and honest nature, how is it he doesn't see that Musa is not a fit match for him?
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