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Updated: June 9, 2025
I soon learned that Baburin was in the fortress. The proceedings began, ... dragged on. I saw Musa several times every week. She had several interviews with her husband. But just at the moment of the decision of the whole melancholy affair, I was not in Petersburg. Unforeseen business had obliged me to set off to the south of Russia.
She got up from the sofa, went, with a faint rustle of her silken skirts, to the window of the study, and, holding her golden-rimmed double eyeglass on the bridge of her nose, looked at the new exile. In her room there happened to be at the moment four other persons, the butler, Baburin, the page who waited on my grandmother in the daytime, and I. My grandmother nodded her head up and down....
'To be sure, you noble gentlemen, Baburin muttered between his teeth, ... use other men's hands ... to poke up your fire ... that's what you like. In the most conspicuous place in his room hung the well-known lithograph portrait of Belinsky; on the table lay a volume of the old Polar Star, edited by Bestuzhev.
At parting neither Punin nor Baburin said, 'Till we meet! both with one voice pronounced, 'Good-bye. Punin even returned me a volume of the Telegraph I had brought him, as much as to say, 'he had no need of anything of that kind now. A week later I had a curious encounter. An early spring had set in abruptly; at midday the heat rose to eighteen degrees Reaumur.
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