“There is only one torment from him,” Semyon growled, admiring the flash of the lady and wanting to bring the Pole at all costs. - Whatever the word - then rub! Is it possible? Yes, striving for everything in the face! That way you can’t ... After all, we are people too.
This new woman, it turned out, firstly, knew and understood unusually much - so much that one had to be deeply surprised at how she could get such information, develop such precise concepts. (Really from his maiden library?). Moreover, she even legally understood very much and had positive knowledge, if not light, then at least about how some things flow in the world; secondly, it was completely not the same character as before, that is, not something timid, boardingly indefinite, sometimes charming in its original playfulness and naivety, sometimes sad and thoughtful, surprised, distrustful, crying and restless.
No: here an unusual and unexpected creature laughed before him and pricked him with poisonous sarcasms, directly declaring to him that it never had anything in his heart except the deepest contempt, contempt to nausea, which came immediately after the first surprise. This new woman announced that in the full sense she would not care if he marries anyone now, but that she came not to let him marry him, and not to let him out of anger, only because she wants it so much and that , therefore, it should be so - “well, at least so that I can only laugh at you freely, because now I finally want to laugh.”
So at least she put it; of all that was on her mind, she, perhaps, did not express. But while the new Nastasya Filippovna laughed and stated all this, Afanasy Ivanovich thought over this matter to himself and, if possible, put his somewhat broken thoughts in order. This deliberation lasted a long time; he delved deeply and decided for almost two weeks; but two weeks later his decision was made. The fact is that Afanasy Ivanovich at that time was already about fifty years old, and he was a man of the highest degree, solid and established. His staging in the light and in society long ago was accomplished on the most solid foundations. He loved himself and his peace and comfort and appreciated more than anything in the world, as a highly decent person should have. Not the slightest violation, nor the slightest hesitation could be allowed in the fact that with all my life I had established and assumed such a beautiful form. On the other hand, experience and a deep look at things prompted Totsky very soon and unusually true that he is now dealing with a creature out of the ordinary, that this is such a creature that not only threatens, but will certainly make, and, most importantly, she will not stop resolutely before anything, all the more so since she decisively cherishes nothing in the world, so even it is impossible to seduce him.
Here, obviously, there was something else, some kind of sincere and hearty burda was implied - something like some kind of romantic indignation, God knows for whom and for what, some insatiable feeling of contempt that completely jumped out of proportion - in a word, something extremely ridiculous and unlawful in a decent society and what to meet for any decent person is the purest divine punishment. Of course, with Totsky’s wealth and connections, one could at once do some small and completely innocent villainy in order to get rid of trouble. On the other hand, it was obvious that Nastasya Filippovna herself was almost unable to do anything harmful, in the sense, for example, even of legal nature; even a scandal could not have made significant, because so easily it could always be limited. But all this in this case only, if Nastasya Filippovna decided to act, how everyone and how they act in such cases, without jumping too eccentrically out of proportion. But it was then that Totsky came in handy of his loyalty to the look: he managed to unravel that Nastasya Filippovna herself perfectly understands how harmless she is in the legal sense, but that she has a completely different mind and ... in her sparkling eyes.
How dare you cut my wood, I ask you? Scoundrel!
- Yes, he lied to you, lady! I really ... chopped ... I recognize ... Why is he fighting!
In the lady leaped blood of the nobleman. She forgot that Semyon was Stepan’s brother, forgot her good manners, everything in the world and hit Semyon on the cheek.
- Take away now your peasant mug! She cried. - Out! This very minute!
Semyon was embarrassed. In no case did he expect such a scandal.
- Goodbye, sir! He said and took a deep breath. - What to do, sir! Well!
Semyon mumbled and went out. I even forgot to wear a hat when I went out into the yard.
Two hours later, Maxim appeared to the lady. His face was long, his eyes cloudy. But the person could see that he had come to say or do something daring.
- What do you want? - asked the lady.
- Hello! I, lady, are more about asking you. I would like fishing line, lady. I want to build a hut for Stepan, but I don’t have a forest. Boards would be given.
- Well? Please.
Maxim's face shone.
- You need to build a hut, but there is no forest. The last thing! Cabbage soup sat down, but there is no cabbage soup. Hehe. Dosochek, tesu ... Then the Seven of insolence spoke ... You don’t get angry, lady. Fool is a fool. Dope still hadn't come out of my head. Does not feel. Such a people. So, orders, lady, to come for the forest?
Nothing dear, but most of all herself (it took a lot of intelligence and penetration to realize at that moment that she had long ceased to value herself, and so that he, the skeptic and secular cynic, believed the seriousness of this feeling), Nastasya Filippovna is able to was to destroy herself, irrevocably and ugly, Siberia and hard labor, if only to abuse the man to whom she had such an inhuman disgust. Afanasy Ivanovich never hid the fact that he was somewhat cowardly or, better to say, highly conservative. If he knew, for example, that he would be killed under the crown or something like that would happen, extremely indecent, ridiculous and unacceptable in society, then he would certainly be scared, but not so much that he would be killed and injured to blood or spit publicly in the face, etc., etc., and the fact that this will happen to him in such an unnatural and unpleasant form. But Nastasya Filippovna predicted exactly this, although she was still silent about it; he knew that she understood and studied him in the highest degree, and, consequently, knew how to hit him. And since the wedding was really only in intention, Afanasy Ivanovich humbled himself and lost to Nastasya Filippovna.
So you are so kind as to tell Felix Adamich. God bless you! Now Stepka will have a hut.
- Only I will take dearly, Zhurkin! I don’t sell forests, you know, I need it myself, but if I sell, it’s expensive.
Maxim's face stretched out.
- So how?
- Yes, it is. Firstly, money is right now, and secondly ...
- For the money I do not want.
- And how do you wish?
- It’s known as ... You yourself know. Nochet what kind of money does a man have? Penny, and even that.
- I will not give for nothing.
Maxim clenched his hat in his fist and began to look at the ceiling.
“Do you say that correctly?” He asked, after a pause.
- Right. Still have something to say?
- What should I say? You don’t give the forest, so why am I going to talk to you? Farewell. Only in vain do you not give the forest ... You will regret ... I do not give a damn, but you will regret ... Stepan at the stable?
- I do not know.
Maxim looked significantly at the lady, coughed, crumpled and left. He shook with anger.
One more circumstance also helped his decision: it was difficult to imagine how much this new Nastasya Filippovna did not resemble her previous face. Previously, it was only a very pretty girl, but now ... Totsky for a long time could not forgive himself that he had looked for four years and could not see. True, it also means a lot when a coup occurs on both sides, internally and suddenly. He recalled, however, even before the moment when sometimes strange thoughts came to him when looking, for example, at these eyes: as if some deep and mysterious gloom was foreseen in them. This look looked - as if asked a riddle. In the past two years, he was often surprised at the change in the complexion of Nastasya Filippovna: she became terribly pale and - strange - even prettier. Totsky, who, like all gentlemen who had taken a walk in their lifetime, at first looked with contempt at how cheaply this undead soul got him, lately he has somewhat doubted his gaze. In any case, he was supposed to have passed in the spring, soon, soon, perfectly and with prosperity, to marry Nastasya Filippovna to some prudent and decent gentleman serving in another province. (Oh, how terribly and how evil Nastasya Filippovna was laughing at it now!). But now Afanasy Ivanovich, seduced by novelty, even thought that he could again exploit this woman. He decided to settle Nastasya Filippovna in St. Petersburg and surround him with luxurious comfort. If not then so different: Nastasya Filippovna could flaunt and even make herself famous in a famous circle. Athanasius Ivanovich so valued his fame in this regard.
“So you are such an asshole!” He thought and went to the stable. At that time Stepan was sitting on the bench in the stable and lazily sitting, brushing the side of the horse in front of him. Maxim did not enter the stable, but stood at the door.
- Stepan! - he said.
Stepan did not answer, but looked at his father. The horse staggered.
- Get home! - said Maxim.
“I do not wish.
“Can you tell me this?”
“So I can, if I say so.”
- I order!
Stepan jumped up and slammed the stable door in front of Maxim's nose.
In the evening, a boy ran to Stepan from the village and told him that Maxim had kicked Marya out of the house and that Marya did not know where to spend the night.
“She now sits near the church and cries,” said the boy, “and around her people gathered and scolds you.”
Early the next morning, when they were still sleeping in the manor house, Stepan put on his old clothes and went to the village. They called for mass. The morning was Sunday, bright, cheerful - if only to live and enjoy! Stepan walked past the church, looked blankly at the bell tower and strode to the tavern. The tavern opens, unfortunately
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Five years have passed already in St. Petersburg's life, and, of course, much has been decided in such a period. The position of Athanasius Ivanovich was disappointing; the worst part was that he, having scared once, could not calm down after all. He was afraid - and even did not know what - he was simply afraid of Nastasya Filippovna. For some time, in the first two years, he began to suspect that Nastasya Filippovna herself wanted to marry him, but was silent from an unusual vanity and was waiting for his persistent proposal. The claim would be strange; Afanasy Ivanovich frowned and thought hard. To the great and (such is the heart of a man!) To his somewhat unpleasant amazement, he suddenly, on one occasion, became convinced that even if he had made an offer, he would not have been accepted. For a long time he did not understand this. It seemed to him that only one explanation was possible that the pride of the “insulted and fantastic woman” comes to such a frenzy that it is more pleasant for her to express her contempt in her refusal than to permanently determine her position and achieve unattainable greatness. Worst of all, Nastasya Filippovna terribly took the top. She did not succumb to interest either, even to a very large one, and although she accepted the comfort offered to her, she lived very modestly and did not save almost anything in these five years. Afanasy Ivanovich risked a very cunning means to break his chains: inconspicuously and skillfully, he began to seduce her, through clever help, with various ideal temptations; but the personified ideals: princes, hussars, secretaries of embassies, poets, novelists, socialists even - nothing made any impression on Nastasya Filippovna, as if she had a stone instead of her heart, and her feelings dried up and died out once and for all. She lived more solitary, read, even studied, loved music. She had few acquaintances: she knew everything with some poor and ridiculous officials, she knew two some actresses, some old women, she loved the large family of one venerable teacher, and in this family she was very loved and accepted with pleasure. Quite often in the evenings five or six people of acquaintances came to her, no more. Totsky appeared very often and accurately. Recently, it was not without difficulty that General Yepanchin met Nastasya Filippovna. At the same time, one young official, by the name of Ferdyshchenko, a very indecent and greasy buffoon, with claims to be merry and drink, met her easily and without any difficulty. One young and strange man, by the name of Ptitsyn, was familiar, modest, neat and emancipated, descended from poverty and became a usurer. Finally, Gavrila Ardalionovich also got acquainted ... It ended up with a strange fame about Nastasya Filippovna: everyone knew about her beauty, but nothing more; no one could boast of anything, no one could tell anything. Such a reputation, her education, elegant manner, wit - all this affirmed Athanasius Ivanovich finally on a certain plane. This is where the moment begins from which General Yepanchin himself took such an active and extraordinary part in this story.
Vodka! - commanded Stepan. He poured vodka. He drank, sat and drank more. Stepan got drunk and began to offer. A noisy drinking party began.
- Do you get a lot of salary from Strelichi? Asked Sidor.
- How much follows. Drink donkey!
- Good deed. Happy holiday, Stepan Maksimych! Happy Sunday! What about you?
- And I ... And I drink ...
- Very nice ... All this, in fact, is very safe and seductive, Stepan Maksimych! So ... And let me ask you, do you get ten rubles?
- Ha ha! Is it possible to live on a ten-ruble master? What are you? He gets a hundred!
Stepan looked at him who said this and recognized him as his brother Semyon, who was sitting and drinking on the corner on the bench. Because of Semyon, the drunken physiognomy of the clerk Manafuilov peeked out and smiled sweetly.
“Let me ask you, sir,” said Semyon, taking off his hat, “does the lady have good horses or not?” Do you like it?
Stepan silently poured himself vodka and drank silently.
“They must be very good,” Semyon went on. “It's just a pity there is no coachman.” Not the wrong driver ...
Manafuilov went to Stepan and shook his head.
- You ... you ... pig! - he said. - The pig! Is it not a sin to you? Orthodox! He is not a sin! And what does the scripture say, huh?
- Leave me alone! Dope!
- Nonsense ... But you are smart. A coachman, not with horses. Hehe ... Does she give you a coffee too?
Stepan swung and hit a bottle on Manafuilov’s big head. Manafuilov staggered and continued:
- Love! What is this feeling ... Ff ... Sorry, you can’t get married. A master would be! And from him, guys, a glorious gentleman would come out! Strict master, developed!
There was laughter. Stepan swung and another time hit a bottle on the same head. Manafuilov staggered and this time fell.
“Why are you fighting this?” Cried Semyon, stepping on his brother. - Take action - then fight! Guys, what is he fighting? What are you fighting, I ask?
Semyon narrowed his eyes, took Stepan by the chest and hit him in the stomach. Manafuilov rose and waved his long fingers in front of Stepan's eyes.
- Guys! Fight! By golly a fight! Push on!
In a tavern rustled. Govor mixed with laughter.
At the door of the tavern crowded people. Stepan grabbed Manafuilov by the collar and threw him at the door. The clerk screeched and rolled down the stairs with a ball. They laughed harder. The people were full in a tavern completely. Sidor interfered in his own business and, not knowing why, hit Stepan on the back. Stepan grabbed Semyon by the shoulder and threw him at the door. Semyon hit his head on the jamb, ran down the stairs and fell wet face in the dust. Brother jumped up to him and danced on his stomach. He danced with frenzy, with pleasure, bouncing high. He jumped for a long time ...
They rang to "Worthy." Stepan looked around. Around him, laughing faces stuck out, one another drunk and more cheerful. Lots of faces! From the ground rose disheveled, bloodied Semen with clenched fists, with a brutal face. Manafuilov lay in the dust and cried. Dust clung to his eyes. Around and around the devil knew that!
Stepan started up, turned pale and ran like a madman. They chased him.
- Catch it! Catch it! - shouted after him. - Hold on! Killed!
Stepan was horrified. It seemed to him that if he was caught up, they would certainly be killed. He ran faster.
- Catch it! Hold on!
Without realizing it, he ran to his father’s house. The gates were wide open, and both halves swayed from the wind ... He ran into the yard.
On a pile of wood chips and shavings three steps from the gate sat Marya. Pulling her legs under herself and stretching her exhausted arms forward, she did not take her eyes off the ground. Seeing Mary in Stepan’s agitated and intoxicated brains, a bright thought suddenly flickered ...
Run away from here, run away with this pale, death-like, slaughtered, beloved woman. To run away from these monsters, to the Kuban, for example ... And how good the Kuban is! If you believe the letters of Uncle Peter, then what a wonderful freedom on the Kuban steppes! And life there is wider, and the summer is longer, and the people are more remote ... At first they, Stepan and Mary, will live in workers, and then they will lead their fellow countryman. There will not be with them either the bald Maxim with gypsy eyes, or the maliciously and drunkenly smiling Semyon ...
With this thought, he went up to Marya and stopped in front of her ... Meanwhile, his head was spinning with hops, colored spots flickered in his eyes, pain was felt throughout his body ... He barely stood on his feet ...
“To the Kuban ... of that ...” he said, feeling that his tongue was losing the ability to speak ... “To the Kuban ... To uncle Peter ... Do you know?” What letters wrote ...
But it was not there! The Kuban crumbled to pieces ... Mary raised her imploring eyes to his pale, crazy face, half-covered with long, unkempt hair, and stood up ... Her lips trembled ...
“Is that you, robber?” She said. - You? I give birth, know, in a tavern opened? Damn! You are my tormentor! Let you be a villain in the next world, as you sucked me all out! You killed me, an orphan!
- Be quiet!
- Fierce! You do not regret the soul of the Christian! Tortured everything, robbers ... you are a murderer, Stepka! God's mother will punish you! Wait a minute! For nothing this will not work for you! You think that only one I mu
When Totsky so kindly turned to him for friendly advice about one of his daughters, he immediately, in the most noble way, made full and frank confessions. He discovered that he decided not to stop at any means in order to gain his freedom; that he would not have calmed down if Nastasya Filippovna herself had even announced to him that from now on she would leave him completely at ease; that he has few words, that he needs the most comprehensive guarantees. Faced and decided to act together. It was originally supposed to test the softest means and touch, so to speak, some “noble strings of the heart”. Both came to Nastasya Filippovna, and Totsky straightforwardly began by declaring to her the unbearable horror of his situation; he blamed himself for everything; frankly said that he could not repent of the initial act with her, because he was an inveterate voluptuous and not in power, but that now he wanted to get married and that the whole fate of this extremely decent and secular marriage was in her hands; in a word, that he expects everything from her noble heart. Then General Yepanchin began to speak, in his capacity as a father, and spoke reasonably, avoided touching, only mentioned that he fully recognized her right to decide the fate of Afanasy Ivanovich, cleverly flaunted his own humility, pretending to be the fate of his daughter, or maybe two other daughters, now depends on her own decision. To the question of Nastasya Filippovna: “What exactly do they want from her?” - Totsky admitted to her with the same, completely naked bluntness that he was so scared five years ago that he couldn’t even calm down completely now until Nastasya Filippovna herself will marry someone. He immediately added that this request would, of course, be absurd on his part if he had not had some reasons for it. He very well noticed and positively found out that a young man of a very good family who lives in the most worthy family, namely Gavrila Ardalionovich Ivolgin, whom she knows and accepts, has long loved her with all the power of passion and, of course, would give half life for one hope to gain her sympathy. Gavrila Ardalionovich made these confessions to him, Athanasius Ivanovich, himself, and for a long time, in a friendly manner and from a pure young heart, and that Ivan Fedorovich, who is beneficent to a young man, has long been aware of this. Finally, if only he, Afanasy Ivanovich, was not mistaken, the love of the young man had long been known to Nastasya Filippovna herself, and it even seemed to him that she looked at this love condescendingly. Of course, it is harder for everyone to talk about this. But if Nastasya Filippovna wanted to allow in him, in Totsky, besides selfishness and the desire to arrange her own fate, although there were several good wishes for her too, she would realize that it was strange and difficult for him to look at her loneliness for a long time: that there was only one uncertain darkness, complete disbelief in the renewal of life, which could so beautifully rise in love and in the family and thus accept a new goal; that here the loss of abilities, which can be brilliant, voluntary admiring your longing, in a word, even some romanticism, worthy of neither a sound mind nor a noble heart Nastasya Filippovna. Repeating once more that it is more difficult for him to say to others that he cannot give up hope that Nastasya Filippovna will not answer him with contempt if he expresses his sincere desire to ensure her fate in the future and offers her an amount of seventy-five thousand rubles. He added to the explanation that this amount was still assigned to her in his will; in a word, that there’s not at all some kind of reward ... and that, finally, why not allow and excuse in him a human desire to at least somehow lighten his conscience, etc., etc., that's all what is said in similar cases on this subject. Afanasy Ivanovich spoke for a long time and eloquently, adding, so to speak in passing, a very curious information that he had already hinted at these seventy-five thousand for the first time and that even Ivan Fedorovich himself, who was sitting here, did not know about them; in a word, no one knows.
he mail train number is racing so fast at full speed from the station "Vesely Trakh-Tararah" to the station "Save yourself, who can!" The locomotive whistles, hisses, puffs, sniffles ... The cars tremble and wolves howl with their ungreased wheels and scream owls. In heaven, on earth and in wagons, darkness ... "Something will be! there will be something! ”- the cars trembling from old age are knocking ...“ Wow-wow-oh-oh! ”- the locomotive picks up ... Through winds together with pocket-lovers walk through winds. Scary ... I stick my head out the window and look aimlessly into the endless distance. All the lights are green: the scandal, presumably, is not yet coming soon. The disk and station lights are not visible ... Darkness, longing, the thought of death, childhood memories ... Oh my god!
- Sinful !! I whisper. - Oh, how sinful! ..
Someone creeps into my back pocket. There is nothing in my pocket, but still terrible ... I turn around. Before me is a stranger. He is wearing a straw hat and a dark gray blouse.
- What do you want? I ask him, feeling my pockets.
- Nothing, sir! I'm looking out the window, sir! - he answers, pulling back his hand and leaning on my back.
A hoarse piercing whistle is heard ... The train begins to go quieter and quieter and finally stops. I get out of the car and go to the sideboard for a drink for courage. At the buffet crowded public and train crew.
- Um ... Vodka, not bitter! - the respectable chief conductor says, addressing the fat gentleman. The fat gentleman wants to say something and cannot: the one-year-old sandwich stopped at his throat.
- Jindarrr !!! Zhindarrr !!! - someone shouts on the platform in such a voice that, during the flood, hungry mastodons, ichthyosaurs and plesiosaurs shouted ... I’m going to see what’s the matter ... One of the first-class cars has a gentleman with a cockade and points to the public on your feet. From the unfortunate, while he was sleeping, boots and stockings were pulled ...
“What will I go now?” He shouts. - I have to go to Rrrevel! You must watch!
The gendarme stands in front of him and assures him that “there is no need to shout” ... I go to my car No. 224. Everything is the same in my car: darkness, snoring, tobacco and fusel smells, it smells of the Russian spirit. Near me, a red-haired forensic investigator is snoring, going to Kiev from Ryazan ... A pretty two or three steps away from the investigator is drowsy ... A peasant, in a straw hat, sniffs, puffs, turns over to all sides and does not know where to put his long legs . Someone in the corner is eating and chomping publicly ... People are sleeping under the benches. The door creaks. Two shriveled old women come in with knapsacks on their backs ...
- Sit here, my mother! - says one. - What a darkness! Temptation and only ... No way stepped on anyone ... And where is Groin?
Nastasya Filippovna's answer amazed both friends.
Not only was there not even the slightest appearance of the former mockery, the former hostility and hatred, the previous laughter, from which, with one memory, there was still cold on Totsky’s back, but, on the contrary, she seemed to be glad that she could finally talk to someone openly and in a friendly manner. She admitted that she herself had long wanted to ask for friendly advice that only pride interfered, but that now that the ice was broken, nothing could be better. At first, with a sad smile, and then laughing merrily and briskly, she admitted that the former storm in any case could not be; that she had long since partially changed her view of things, and that although she had not changed in her heart, she was nevertheless forced to admit a great deal in the form of accomplished facts; what has been done, what has been done, what has passed, then passed, so it’s even strange for her that Afanasy Ivanovich still continues to be so scared. Then she turned to Ivan Fedorovich and with an air of deepest respect announced that she had long heard a lot about his daughters and had long been used to deeply and sincerely respect them. One thought that she could be useful to them at least would seem to be happiness and pride for her. It is true that she is now bored and bored, very bored; Athanasius Ivanovich guessed her dreams; she would like to resurrect, though not in love, so in the family, recognizing a new purpose; but what about Gavril Ardalionovich she can hardly say anything. It seems true that he loves her; she feels that she herself could love him if she could believe in the firmness of his affection; but he is very young, even if sincere; here the decision is difficult. She, however, likes the fact that he works, works, and alone supports the whole family. She heard that he is a man with energy, with pride, wants a career, wants to break through.
Groin? Ah, priests! Where is he? Ah, priests!
The old woman fusses, opens the window and examines the plazform.
- Shit! She rattles. - Where are you? Groin! We are here!
- I have trouble! - shouts a voice outside the window. - They don’t let me into the car!
- Do not let go? Which does not let it go? Spit it! Nobody can let you in if you have a real ticket!
- Tickets no longer sell! Cass locked up!
Someone is leading a horse along the platform. Stomp and snort.
- Hand it back! Shouts the gendarme. - Where are you going? What are you scandalizing?
- Petrovna! Groans Groin.
Petrovna drops the knot from herself, grabs a large tin kettle in her hands and runs out of the carriage. The second bell rings. A small conductor with a black mustache enters.
- You would take a ticket! - he addresses to the old man sitting against me. - The controller is here!
- Yes? Um ... This is not good ... Which one? .. Prince?
- Well ... You can’t drive a prince here with sticks ...
“So who?” With beard?
- Yes, with a beard ...
- Well, if this one, then nothing. He is a kind person.
- As you wish.
- A lot of hares going?
“There will be forty showers.”
- Nnno? Well done! Ah yes businessmen!
I also heard that Nina Alexandrovna Ivolgina, the mother of Gavrila Ardalionovich, is an excellent and highly respected woman; that his sister, Varvara Ardalionovna, is a very wonderful and energetic girl; she heard a lot about her from Ptitsyn. She heard that they cheerfully endure their misfortunes; she would very much like to meet them, but another question is, will they welcome her into their family? In general, she says nothing against the possibility of this marriage, but this is still too much to think about; she would wish not to be rushed. As for the seventy-five thousand — in vain did Athanasius Ivanovich find it difficult to talk about them. She understands the price of money itself and, of course, will take it. She thanks Afanasy Ivanovich for his delicacy, for the fact that he did not even tell the general about this, not only to Gavril Ardalionovich, but, however, why should he not know about this in advance? She has nothing to be ashamed of for this money when she enters their family.
so i ever paid something !? - the old man mutters. - Never! I pay the conductor. The conductor has less money than Polyakov!
The third bell rattles.
- Oh, mothers! - the old woman is busy. - Where is it Petrovna? After all, this is the third call! Divine punishment ... Remained! The poor remained ... And her things here ... What should I do with things, with a handbag? My dear, she has remained!
The old lady thinks for a moment.
- Let things remain! She says and throws Petrovna’s handbag out the window.
We go to the station Haldeevo, and on the guide "Frum - General Grave." A controller and an over-conductor with a candle enter.
- Your ... tickets! Cries the chief conductor.
- Your ticket! - the controller addresses me and the old man.
We shrink, shrink, hide our hands and glare at the encouraging face of the chief conductor.
- Get it! - the controller says to his companion and leaves. We are saved.
- Your ticket! You! Your ticket! - pushes the over-conductor of the sleeping guy. The guy wakes up and takes out a yellow ticket from his hat.
- Where are you going? - says the controller, twirling a ticket between his fingers. - You're not going there!
“You, oak, are not going there!” Says the chief conductor. - You got on the wrong train, head! You need to be on Zhivoderovo, and we are going to Khaldeevo! Vaaazmi! You never have to be a fool!
Во всяком случае, она ни у кого не намерена просить прощения ни в чем и желает, чтоб это знали. Она не выйдет за Гаврилу Ардалионовича, пока не убедится, что ни в нем, ни в семействе его нет какой-нибудь затаенной мысли на ее счет. Во всяком случае, она ни в чем не считает себя виновною, и пусть бы лучше Гаврила Ардалионович узнал, на каких основаниях она прожила все эти пять лет в Петербурге, в каких отношениях к Афанасию Ивановичу и много ли скопила состояния. Наконец, если она и принимает теперь капитал, то вовсе не как плату за свой девичий позор, в котором она не виновата, а просто как вознаграждение за исковерканную судьбу. Под конец она даже так разгорячилась и раздражилась, излагая всё это (что, впрочем, было так естественно), что генерал Епанчин был очень доволен и считал дело оконченным; но раз напуганный Тоцкий и теперь не совсем поверил и долго боялся, нет ли и тут змеи под цветами. Переговоры, однако, начались; пункт, на котором был основан весь маневр обоих друзей, а именно возможность увлечения Настасьи Филипповны к Гане, начал мало-помалу выясняться и оправдываться, так что даже Тоцкий начинал иногда верить в возможность успеха. Тем временем Настасья Филипповна объяснилась с Ганей: слов было сказано очень мало, точно ее целомудрие страдало при этом.
he guy blinks intensely, stupidly looks at the smiling audience and begins to rub his sleeve on his eyes.
- You do not cry! - advises the public. - You better ask! Such a healthy blockhead, but you roar! I’m married, you have children.
“Your ... ticket! ..” the chief conductor addresses the mower in the cylinder.
- Your ... tickets! Turn around
- A ticket? What is needed?
- Ticket !!!
- We understand ... Why not give, if necessary? Yes! - A mowing man in a top hat creeps in his bosom and at a speed of two and a half points per hour pulls out greasy paper from there and hands it to the controller.
- Who are you giving? This is a passport! You give me a ticket!
- I have no other ticket! - says the mower, apparently alarmed.
“How do you ride when you don't have a ticket?”
- Yes, I paid.
- To whom did you pay? What are you lying?
- Which one?
She admitted, however, and allowed him his love, but persistently announced that she did not want to constrain herself in any way; that she until the wedding (if the wedding takes place) reserves the right to say no, at least at the very last hour; Ghana provides exactly the same right. Soon Ganya learned positively, through an opportunistic case, that the hostility of his whole family to this marriage and to Nastasya Filippovna personally, which was revealed by home scenes, was already known to Nastasya Filippovna in great detail; she herself did not talk about it with him, although he waited daily. However, one could tell a lot more from all the stories and circumstances that emerged about this matchmaking and negotiations; but we already ran ahead, especially since some of the circumstances were still in the form of too vague rumors. For example, as if Totsky had somehow learned that Nastasya Filippovna had entered into some sort of vague and secret relationship with the girls of the Epanchins, it was a completely unbelievable rumor. But he involuntarily believed another rumor and was afraid of it to a nightmare: he heard for sure that Nastasya Filippovna seemed to know to the highest degree that Ganya would marry only with money, that Ganya’s soul was black, greedy, impatient, envious and immense, not proportional proud of anything; that although Ganya really passionately sought victory over Nastasya Filippovna before, but when both friends decided to exploit this passion, which began on both sides, in their favor and buy Ganya by selling him Nastasya Filippovna as his lawful wife, he hated her as his nightmare.
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But the jester knows which one! Kondukhtyru, that's all ... Don’t take it, he said, a ticket, we’ll take you anyway ... Well, I didn’t take it ...
- But we'll talk at the station! Madame, your ticket!
The door creaks, opens, and to everyone's surprise, Petrovna enters.
“By force, my mother, I found my carriage ... Whoever takes them apart is the same ... But Pakhoma wasn’t allowed in, aspids ... Where is my handbag?”
- Um ... Temptation ... I threw it through the window! I thought you stayed!
- Where did you drop it?
- Out the window ... Who knew you?
- Thank you ... Who asked you? Well, yes, and a witch, God forgive me! So what's now? I haven’t abandoned mine, paskuda ... You better throw your face! Ahhh ... the shtob got out of you!
- It will be necessary to wire from the next station! - advises the laughing audience.
Petrovna begins to vote and wickedly wickedly. Her friend holds on to her bag and also cries. A conductor enters.
- Whose wshh ... chi! He cries out, holding Petrovna's things in his hands.
- Pretty! - whispers to me my vis-à-vis old man, nodding at a pretty one. - Hmmm ... horror-eyed ... Damn it, there is no chloroform! I would give her a sniff, and kiss on all the shoulder blades! Fortunately everyone is sleeping! ..
The straw hat tosses and turns out loud and angry at its naughty legs.
“Scientists ...” he mutters. - Scientists ... I suppose you won’t go against the nature of things and objects! .. Scientists ... um ... I suppose they won’t make their legs unscrew and screw according to their will!
- I have nothing to do with it ... Ask a fellow prosecutor! - My neighbor investigator raves.
In the far corner, two gymnasium students, a non-commissioned officer and a young man in blue glasses in the light of four cigarettes are fried in a cartouche ...
Passion and hatred seemed strange in his soul, and although he finally gave, after painful hesitation, consent to marry a “bad woman”, he himself vowed in his soul to bitterly note her for this and “drive” her later, as if he I would put it myself. Nastasya Filippovna seemed to know all this and was cooking something secretly. Totsky had already feared that even Yepanchin had ceased to report his concerns; but there were moments that he, as a weak man, resolutely reassured himself and quickly resurrected his spirit: he was extremely reassured, for example, when Nastasya Filippovna finally gave the word to both friends that in the evening, on her birthday, she would say the last word. But the strangest and most incredible rumor concerning the most respected Ivan Fedorovich, alas! more and more proved to be true.
Here, at first glance, everything seemed like pure game. It was hard to believe that, if Ivan Fedorovich, in the old age of his venerable years, with his excellent mind and positive knowledge of life, etc., etc., was seduced by Nastasya Filippovna himself - but it would seem to such an extent that this whim was almost like passion. What he hoped in this case is hard to imagine; maybe even to assist Ghani himself. Totsky was suspected of at least something of the kind, the existence of some kind of almost silent agreement, based on mutual penetration, between the general and Ganei was suspected. However, it is known that a person who is too carried away by passion, especially if he is in his years, becomes completely blind and is ready to suspect hope where there is none at all; moreover, it loses its mind and acts like a stupid child, even if it were seven spans in the forehead. It was known that the general prepared for his birthday Nastasya Filippovna from himself as a gift an amazing pearl, which cost a huge amount, and was very interested in this gift, although he knew that Nastasya Filippovna was a disinterested woman. On the eve of Nastasya Filippovna’s birthday, he was in a fever, although he deftly hid himself. It was this pearl that was heard by General Yepanchin. True, Elizaveta Prokofievna had long since begun to experience the windiness of her spouse, even partially used to her; but it was impossible to miss such a case: the rumor of pearls was extremely interesting to her. The General tracked it down well in advance; other words were said the day before; he foresaw a thorough explanation and was afraid of it. That is why he terribly did not want to go to breakfast in the bowels of the family that morning with which we began the story. Even before the prince, he set out to excuse himself with deeds and avoid. Avoiding the general sometimes meant simply escaping. He wanted at least one this day and, most importantly, tonight to win without trouble. And suddenly, by the way, the prince came. “Surely God sent!” The general thought to himself, entering his wife.
To my right sits a tall lady of the breed “of course”. It is full of powder and patchouli.
- Ah, what a charm this road! - a goose whispers above her ear, whispers cloyingly to ... to disgust, somehow pronouncing the letters g, n and r in a french way. - Nowhere so fast and pleasant is the rapprochement like on the road! I love you, road!
Kiss ... Another ... God knows what! A pretty one wakes up, looks around the audience and ... unconsciously lays her head on the shoulder of a neighbor, the priest of Themis ... and he, a fool, is sleeping !!
The train stops. Substation.
“The train costs two minutes ...” a husky, cracked bass mutters outside the car. Two minutes pass, two more pass ... Five, ten, twenty pass, and the train is still standing. What the hell? I get out of the car and head to the locomotive.
- Ivan Matveich! Soon you finally? Heck! Shouts the chief-conductor under the locomotive.
A driver is crawling out from under the locomotive on his belly, red, wet, with a piece of soot on his nose ...
- Do you have a god or not? - he turns to the chief conductor. “Are you human or not?” What are you customizing? Can't you see what? Ahh ... so that you all get out! .. Is this a locomotive? This is not a locomotive, but a rag! I can not carry it!
- What to do?
- Do whatever you want! Come on, but I won’t go on this one! Yes, you enter the position ...
Assistant drivers run around a faulty locomotive, knock, shout ... The head of the station in a red cap stands next to and tells his assistant anecdotes from a fun Jewish life ... It's raining ... I'm heading for the car ... A stranger in a straw hat rushes past and dark gray blouse ... In his hands a suitcase. This suitcase is mine ... Oh my god!
The general was jealous of her origin. What was it like, directly and without preparation, to hear that this last kind of prince Myshkin, about whom she had already heard something, was no more than a miserable idiot and almost a beggar and was accepting alms for poverty. The general beat the effect precisely in order to interest him at once, to divert everything somehow to the other side.
In extreme cases, the general usually rolled out her eyes extremely and, leaning back slightly with her body, looked indefinitely in front of herself, without saying a word. This was a tall woman, of the same age as her husband, with dark, with a lot of gray hair, but still thick hair, with a slightly hunchbacked nose, lean, with yellow, sunken cheeks and thin, sunken lips. Her forehead was high, but narrow; gray, rather large eyes had the most unexpected expression sometimes. She once had the weakness to believe that her gaze was unusually spectacular; this conviction remained indelible in her.
- To accept? You say accept it, now, now? - and the general with all her might rolled her eyes to Ivan Fedorovich, who was bustling about before her.