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Updated: June 27, 2025
Fyodor Fedoritch was not however quite at ease; he felt something like a stir of envy within him... and was generously indignant with himself. Nenila Makarievna came down into the drawing-room. Tea was brought in. Mr.
'Oh, thank you! said Masha, 'thank you, thank you! Nenila Makarievna got as far as the door and suddenly turned back again. 'Do you remember your promise, Masha? 'What promise? 'You were going to tell me when you fall in love. 'I remember. Masha looked brightly and boldly at her mother. 'It can't be! thought Nenila Makarievna, and she felt reassured.
'And so you've nothing to tell me? 'No, really, nothing. 'I believe you, responded Nenila Makarievna, after a short silence. 'I know you keep nothing secret from me.... That's true, isn't it? 'Of course, mamma. Masha could not help blushing a little, though. 'You do quite rightly. It would be wrong of you to keep anything from me.... You know how I love you, Masha. 'Oh yes, mamma.
On the other hand the absence of all affectation and conventionality, an amount of culture exceptional in a country girl, the freedom of her expressions, the quiet simplicity of her words and looks could not but be striking in her. She had developed at her own free will; Nenila Makarievna did not keep her in restraint.
The light lay in long lines on the floor and in short, close streaks on the walls. The Perekatov family gave Fyodor Fedoritch a friendly reception. After dinner Nenila Makarievna went away to her own room to lie down; Mr. Perekatov settled himself on the sofa in the drawing-room; Masha sat near the window at her embroidery frame, Kister facing her.
Nenila Makarievna was sitting on the sofa, gazing in silence at the floor. 'Did you send an invitation to the regiment at Kirilovo, Sergei Sergeitch? she asked her husband. 'For this evening? 'There are positively no gentlemen, pursued Nenila Makarievna. 'Nobody for the girls to dance with. Her husband sighed, as though crushed by the absence of partners.
Her protector had educated his little Nenila very carefully, as it is called, in his own house, but got her off his hands rather hurriedly, at the first offer, as a not very marketable article. Nenila Makarievna was ugly; the distinguished gentleman was giving her no more than ten thousand as dowry; she snatched eagerly at Mr. Perekatov. To Mr.
This illustrious personage extended his patronage to the young people even after the marriage, that is to say, he accepted presents of salted quails from them and called Perekatov 'my dear boy, and sometimes simply, 'boy. Nenila Makarievna took complete possession of her husband, managed everything, and looked after the whole property very sensibly, indeed; far better, any way, than Mr.
Perekatov had once been an officer in the cavalry, but from love of a country life and from indolence he had retired and had begun to live peaceably and quietly, as landowners of the middling sort do live. Nenila Makarievna owed her existence in a not perfectly legitimate manner to a distinguished gentleman of Moscow.
When they had both taken leave, with a promise to come again in a few days, she quietly went off to her own room, and for a long while, as it were, in bewilderment she looked about her. Nenila Makarievna came to her, kissed and embraced her as usual. Masha opened her lips, tried to say something and did not utter a word. She wanted to confess -she did not know what.
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