Fyodor Dostoevsky

do all I could to serve you" (this she said with great

earnestness). "Only, without the little ones I CANNOT come."

"Do not make a fuss" (as a matter of fact Polina never at

any time either fussed or wept). "The Great Foster--Father

[Translated literally--The Great Poulterer] can find for all

his chicks a place. You are not coming without the children?

But see here, Prascovia. I wish you well, and nothing but

well: yet I have divined the reason why you will not come.

Yes, I know all, Prascovia. That Frenchman will never bring

you good of any sort."

Polina coloured hotly, and even I started. "For," thought I to

myself, "every one seems to know about that affair. Or

perhaps I am the only one who does not know about it? "

"Now, now! Do not frown," continued the Grandmother. "But I

do not intend to slur things over. You will take care that no

harm befalls you, will you not? For you are a girl of sense,

and I am sorry for you--I regard you in a different light to

the rest of them. And now, please, leave me. Good-bye."

"But let me stay with you a little longer," said Polina.

"No," replied the other; "you need not. Do not bother me, for

you and all of them have tired me out."

Yet when Polina tried to kiss the Grandmother's hand, the old

lady withdrew it, and herself kissed the girl on the cheek.

As she passed me, Polina gave me a momentary glance, and then

as swiftly averted her eyes.

"And good-bye to you, also, Alexis Ivanovitch. The train

starts in an hour's time, and I think that you must be weary

of me. Take these five hundred gulden for yourself."

"I thank you humbly, Madame, but I am ashamed to--"

"Come, come!" cried the Grandmother so energetically, and

with such an air of menace, that I did not dare refuse the

money further.

"If, when in Moscow, you have no place where you can lay your

head," she added, "come and see me, and I will give you a

recommendation. Now, Potapitch, get things ready."

I ascended to my room, and lay down upon the bed. A whole hour

I must have lain thus, with my head resting upon my hand. So

the crisis had come! I needed time for its consideration. To-

morrow I would have a talk with Polina. Ah! The Frenchman! So,

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