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telegrams. Nor, for that matter, do I wish to recall old

scores. True, I know that you are a vixen by nature--that you

are a wasp which will sting one if one touches it-- yet, my

heart is sore for you, for I loved your mother, Katerina. Now,

will you leave everything here, and come away with me?

Otherwise, I do not know what is to become of you, and it is

not right that you should continue living with these people.

Nay," she interposed, the moment that Polina attempted to

speak, "I have not yet finished. I ask of you nothing in

return. My house in Moscow is, as you know, large enough for

a palace, and you could occupy a whole floor of it if you

liked, and keep away from me for weeks together. Will you

come with me or will you not?"

"First of all, let me ask of YOU," replied Polina, "whether you

are intending to depart at once?"

"What? You suppose me to be jesting? I have said that I am

going, and I AM going. Today I have squandered fifteen

thousand roubles at that accursed roulette of yours, and

though, five years ago, I promised the people of a certain

suburb of Moscow to build them a stone church in place of a

wooden one, I have been fooling away my money here! However,

I am going back now to build my church."

"But what about the waters, Grandmamma? Surely you came here

to take the waters?"

"You and your waters! Do not anger me, Prascovia. Surely you

are trying to? Say, then: will you, or will you not, come

with me?"

"Grandmamma," Polina replied with deep feeling, "I am very,

very grateful to you for the shelter which you have so kindly

offered me. Also, to a certain extent you have guessed my

position aright, and I am beholden to you to such an extent

that it may be that I will come and live with you, and that

very soon; yet there are important reasons why--why I cannot

make up my min,d just yet. If you would let me have, say, a

couple of weeks to decide in--?"

"You mean that you are NOT coming?"

"I mean only that I cannot come just yet. At all events, I

could not well leave my little brother and sister here,

since,since--if I were to leave them--they would be abandoned

altogether. But if, Grandmamma, you would take the little ones

AND myself, then, of course, I could come with you, and would

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