The Cook's Wedding and Other Stories by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
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"What an affected creature you are. . . . Do you like him?" "But he is old, mistress!" "Think of something else," nurse flew out at her from the next room. "He has not reached his fortieth year; and what do you want a young man for? Handsome is as handsome does. . . . Marry him and that's all about it!" "I swear I won't," squealed Pelageya. "You are talking nonsense. What sort of rascal do you want? Anyone else would have bowed down to his feet, and you declare you won't marry him. You want to be always winking at the postmen and tutors. That tutor that used to come to Grishenka, mistress . . . she was never tired of making eyes at him. O-o, the shameless hussy!" "Have you seen this Danilo before?" mamma asked Pelageya. "How could I have seen him? I set eyes on him to-day for the first time. Aksinya picked him up and brought him along . . . the accursed devil. . . . And where has he come from for my undoing!" At dinner, when Pelageya was handing the dishes, everyone looked into her face and teased her about the cabman. She turned fearfully red, and went off into a forced giggle. "It must be shameful to get married," thought Grisha. "Terribly shameful." |
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