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Marya Dmitrievna launched into a description of her cares and anxieties and maternal sentiments. Lavretsky listened in silence, turning his hat in his hands. His cold, weary glance embarrassed the gossiping lady. "And do you like Lisa?" she asked. "Lisaveta Mihalovna is an excellent girl," replied Lavretsky, and he got up, took his leave, and went off to Marfa Timofyevna.
They sat near Marfa Timofyevna, and appeared to be following her play; indeed, they were really following it, but meanwhile their hearts were full, and nothing was lost on them; for them the nightingale sang, and the stars shone, and the trees gently murmured, lulled to sleep by the summer warmth and softness.
She had a soft place in her heart for every young man, and could not help blushing like a girl at the most innocent joke. Her whole fortune consisted of only 1200 roubles; she lived at Marfa Timofyevna's expense, but on an equal footing with her: Marfa Timofyevna would not have put up with any servility. "Ah!
"And what then?" asked Sisoy in the next room. "Then we drank tea . . ." answered Marya Timofyevna. "Good gracious, you've got a green beard," said Katya suddenly in surprise, and she laughed. The bishop remembered that the grey-headed Father Sisoy's beard really had a shade of green in it, and he laughed.
"I've been here two or three times, you know, to see her excellency, Varvara Petrovna, and I have been obliged to say a great deal too." "So I imagine." "No, don't imagine, I've simply told her that you won't kill him, well, and other sweet things. And only fancy; the very next day she knew I'd moved Marya Timofyevna beyond the river. Was it you told her?" "I never dreamed of it!"
But I have only now got a look at you. Are you quite well?" "Yes." "Shurotchka!" cried Marfa Timofyevna suddenly, "run and tell Lisaveta Mihalovna, at least, no, ask her... is she down-stairs?" "Yes." "Well, then; ask her where she put my book? she will know." "Very well." The old lady grew fidgety again and began opening a drawer in the chest. Lavretsky sat still without stirring in his place.
The sun, too, they say, will go out in its turn. But if you like I'll get up the samovar. Agafya is not asleep." "Tell me, Marya Timofyevna..." "She's here, here," Lebyadkin replied at once, in a whisper. "Would you like to have a look at her?" He pointed to the closed door to the next room. "She's not asleep?" "Oh, no, no. How could she be?
Madame Kalitin sat down to a game of cards with Marfa Timofyevna, Madame Byelenitsin, and Gedeonovsky, who played very slowly, and constantly made mistakes, frowning and wiping his face with his handkerchief.
On the way he met Panshin, who galloped past him on horseback, his hat pulled down to his very eyebrows. At the Kalitins', Lavretsky was not admitted for the first time since he had been acquainted with them. Marya Dmitrievna was "resting," so the footman informed him; her excellency had a headache. Marfa Timofyevna and Lisaveta Mihalovna were not at home.
I don't know," he said, after a moment's hesitation. "You are not going down-stairs." "To-day, no, I'm not." "Well, well, you know best; but you, Lisa, I think, ought to go down. Ah, merciful powers, I have forgotten to feed my bullfinch. There, stop a minute, I'll soon " And Marfa Timofyevna ran off without putting on her cap. Lavretsky walked quickly up to Lisa.
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