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Ratsch, at first in a low voice, and then louder and louder, and, to my surprise, with a perceptible German accent, 'he was always warning me: "Ay, Ivan Demianitch! ay! my dear boy, you must be careful! Your stepdaughter has an organic defect in the heart hypertrophia cordialis! The least thing and there'll be trouble!
We have not been long acquainted, but I make bold to say, the amiability of your character and the elevation of your sentiments!... I made haste to nod my head. 'Yes, yes, yes, sighed Mr. Ratsch. 'It... it really has been, as they say, a thunderbolt from a clear sky! Ein Blitz aus heiterem Himmel! 'And Susanna Ivanovna said nothing before her death, left nothing? 'Nothing, positively!
After all that I had found out about him!... I thought it my duty, however, to ask him whether a doctor was called in. Mr. Ratsch positively bounced into the air. 'To be sure there was.... Two were summoned, but it was already over abgemacht! That's what, with one voice, they cried out. They proposed a post-mortem; but I... you understand, did not consent to that.
Ratsch and his sympathy with me, the latter suddenly redoubled his severity with me; he was continually following me about, as though I were capable of any crime, and must be sharply looked after. 'You mind what I say, he shouted, bursting without knocking into my room, in muddy boots and with his cap on his head; 'I won't put up with such goings on! I won't stand your stuck-up airs!
Ratsch, on the contrary, went through this terrible ordeal with the utmost composure, and with a deferential inclination of his person invited the officer of the Stanislas ribbon to the coffin, as though offering him entertainment, and picking his children up under the arms swung them up in turn and held them up to the body.
Bitter days began for me.... My one consolation was music, and I gave myself up to it with my whole soul. Fortunately Mr. Ratsch was very fully occupied, but he took every opportunity to make me feel his hostility; as he had promised, he 'did not forget' my refusal. He ill-treated me, made me copy his long and lying reports to Semyon Matveitch, and correct for him the mistakes in spelling.
Remember the statement in her manuscript, the pension was to cease on her marriage, but in event of her death it was to pass to Ratsch. In any case, one must render her the last duty, pay homage to her remains! I talked to Fustov like a preceptor, like an elder brother.
'There, 'pon my soul! fancy now, it's over ten years I've been living with that young lady, and yet she never can see when I'm joking, and when I'm in earnest! And you too, my young friend, are a little puzzled, I do believe.... Ha-ha-ha! That's because you don't know old Ratsch! 'No.... I do know you now, I thought, not without a feeling of some alarm and disgust.
My good woman my wife, that is has no nonsense about her either; she'll cook and bake you... something wonderful! Alexander Daviditch, isn't it the truth I'm telling? Fustov only smiled, and I remained silent. 'Don't look down on the old fellow, but come round, pursued Mr. Ratsch. I've another chick expecting me.... Devil knows what I'm teaching him,... mythology, by God!
Can you be so blind as not to have seen long ago the loathing you arouse in me?... You dare use the word offer!... Let me out at once, this instant! I moved towards the door. 'Oh, indeed! oh, oh! so this is what she says! Semyon Matveitch piped shrilly, in a fit of violent fury, but obviously not able to make up his mind to come near me.... 'Wait a bit, Mr. Ratsch, Ivan Demianitch, come here!
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