On the Eve by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
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page 190 of 233 (81%)
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did not know where Elena Nikolaevna was pleased to go. I have
information about that.' 'What lies are you telling, idiot?' 'That's as your honour likes, but T saw our young lady three days ago, as she was pleased to go into a house!' 'Where? what? what house?' 'In a house, near Povarsky. Not far from here. I even asked the doorkeeper who were the people living there.' Nikolai Artemyevitch stamped with his feet. 'Silence, scoundrel! How dare you? ... Elena Nikolaevna, in the goodness of her heart, goes to visit the poor and you ... Be off, fool!' The terrified servant was rushing to the door. 'Stop!' cried Nikolai Artemyevitch. 'What did the doorkeeper say to you?' 'Oh no--nothing--he said nothing--He told me--a stu--student----' 'Silence, scoundrel! Listen, you dirty beast; if you ever breathe a word in your dreams even----' 'Mercy on us----' |
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