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The wrinkles of his face were painfully quivering, and it seemed to Lubov that her father was about to weep. "Calm yourself, papa!" she entreated caressingly. "Maybe the loss isn't so great." "Not great?" cried Yakov Tarasovich in a ringing voice. "What do you understand, you fool? Is it only that the barge was smashed? Eh, you! A man is lost! That's what it is! And he is essential to me!
I understand it, yet I cannot say that it is wrong, and why it is so." "It is not so, not so," muttered Foma. "That's from your books. Yes. Although I also feel that it's wrong. Perhaps that is because we are so young and foolish." "At first it seemed to me," said Lubov, not listening to him, "that everything in the books was clear to me. But now "
"Don't be afraid, Lubov Alexandrovna!" cried Olga Mihalovna, loud enough for all the ladies to hear that she was with them. "Don't be afraid! You must learn! If you marry a Tolstoyan he will make you mow." Lubotchka raised the scythe, but began laughing again, and, helpless with laughter, let go of it at once. She was ashamed and pleased at being talked to as though grown up.
Dimitri returned from Lubov Sergievna's room with some toothache capsules which she had given him, yet in even greater pain, and therefore in even greater depression, than before. Evidently no bedroom had yet been prepared for me, for presently the boy who acted as Dimitri's valet arrived to ask him where I was to sleep. "Oh, go to the devil!" cried Dimitri, stamping his foot.
When Foma noticed that Lubov glanced at him a few times questioningly, with expectant and hostile looks, he understood that he was in her way and that she was impatiently expecting him to leave. "I am going to stay here over night," said he, with a smile. "I must speak with my godfather. And then it is rather lonesome in my house alone."
I try to keep myself in hand and to rule myself, but suddenly it becomes impossible for me to do so at all events, impossible for me to do so unaided. I need the help and support of some one. Now, there is Lubov Sergievna; SHE understands me, and could help me in this, and I know by my notebook that I have greatly improved in this respect during the past year.
And were it not for the fools, it might have been perfectly correct. But as fools are always in the wrong place, it cannot be said that everything on earth is rational. And yet, I'll look at the book. Maybe there is common sense in it. Goodbye, Foma! Will you stay here, or do you want to drive with me?" "I'll stay here a little longer." "Very well." Lubov and Foma again remained alone.
We descended from the carriage, so as to reach the house the quicker through the garden, but found ourselves confronted at the entrance-door by four ladies, two of whom were knitting, one reading a book, and the fourth walking to and fro with a little dog. Thereupon, Dimitri began to present me to his mother, sister, and aunt, as well as to Lubov Sergievna.
But there will be a grand drinking bout," said Lubov, looking at him askance. "I can drink at my own expense if I choose to do so." "I know," said Lubov, nodding her head expressively. Taras toyed with his teaspoon, turning it between his fingers and looking at them askance. "And where's my godfather?" asked Foma. "He went to the bank. There's a meeting of the board of directors today.
In the Nechludoff family that spot was Dimitri's extraordinary affection for Lubov Sergievna, which aroused in the mother and sister, if not a jealous feeling, at all events a sense of hurt family pride. This was the grave significance which underlay, for all those present, the seeming dispute about Ivan Yakovlevitch and superstition.
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