<strong>The</strong> <strong>Schoolmaster</strong> & <strong>other</strong> <strong>stories</strong>somehow all over a look of not being fresh. He was verythin, with big eyes, long thin fingers <strong>and</strong> a swarthybearded face, <strong>and</strong> all the same he was h<strong>and</strong>some. Withthe Shumins he was like one of the family, <strong>and</strong> in theirhouse felt he was at home. And the room in which helived when he was there had for years been called Sasha’sroom. St<strong>and</strong>ing on the steps he saw Nadya, <strong>and</strong> wentup to her.“It’s nice here,” he said.“Of course it’s nice, you ought to stay here till theautumn.”“Yes, I expect it will come to that. I dare say I shallstay with you till September.”He laughed for no reason, <strong>and</strong> sat down beside her.“I’m sitting gazing at m<strong>other</strong>,” said Nadya. “She looksso young from here! My m<strong>other</strong> has her weaknesses, ofcourse,” she added, after a pause, “but still she is anexceptional woman.”“Yes, she is very nice …” Sasha agreed. “Your m<strong>other</strong>,in her own way of course, is a very good <strong>and</strong> sweetwoman, but … how shall I say? I went early this morninginto your kitchen <strong>and</strong> there I found four servantssleeping on the floor, no bedsteads, <strong>and</strong> rags for bedding,stench, bugs, beetles … it is just as it was twentyyears ago, no change at all. Well, Granny, God bless her,what else can you expect of Granny? But your m<strong>other</strong>speaks French, you know, <strong>and</strong> acts in private theatricals.One would think she might underst<strong>and</strong>.”As Sasha talked, he used to stretch out two long wastedfingers before the listener’s face.“It all seems somehow strange to me here, now I amout of the habit of it,” he went on. “<strong>The</strong>re is no makingit out. Nobody ever does anything. Your m<strong>other</strong> spendsthe whole day walking about like a duchess, Granny doesnothing either, nor you either. And your AndreyAndreitch never does anything either.”Nadya had heard this the year before <strong>and</strong>, she fancied,the year before that too, <strong>and</strong> she knew that Sashacould not make any <strong>other</strong> criticism, <strong>and</strong> in old days thishad amused her, but now for some reason she felt annoyed.“That’s all stale, <strong>and</strong> I have been sick of it for ages,”34
Anton Tchekhovshe said <strong>and</strong> got up. “You should think of something alittle newer.”He laughed <strong>and</strong> got up too, <strong>and</strong> they went togethertoward the house. She, tall, h<strong>and</strong>some, <strong>and</strong> well-made,beside him looked very healthy <strong>and</strong> smartly dressed; shewas conscious of this <strong>and</strong> felt sorry for him <strong>and</strong> for somereason awkward.“And you say a great deal you should not,” she said.“You’ve just been talking about my Andrey, but you seeyou don’t know him.”“My Andrey…. B<strong>other</strong> him, your Andrey. I am sorryfor your youth.”<strong>The</strong>y were already sitting down to supper as the youngpeople went into the dining-room. <strong>The</strong> gr<strong>and</strong>m<strong>other</strong>, orGranny as she was called in the household, a very stout,plain old lady with bushy eyebrows <strong>and</strong> a little moustache,was talking loudly, <strong>and</strong> from her voice <strong>and</strong> mannerof speaking it could be seen that she was the personof most importance in the house. She owned rows ofshops in the market, <strong>and</strong> the old-fashioned house withcolumns <strong>and</strong> the garden, yet she prayed every morningthat God might save her from ruin <strong>and</strong> shed tears as shedid so. Her daughter-in-law, Nadya’s m<strong>other</strong>, NinaIvanovna, a fair-haired woman tightly laced in, with apince-nez, <strong>and</strong> diamonds on every finger, Father Andrey,a lean, toothless old man whose face always looked asthough he were just going to say something amusing,<strong>and</strong> his son, Andrey Andreitch, a stout <strong>and</strong> h<strong>and</strong>someyoung man with curly hair looking like an artist or anactor, were all talking of hypnotism.“You will get well in a week here,” said Granny, addressingSasha. “Only you must eat more. What do youlook like!” she sighed. “You are really dreadful! You area regular prodigal son, that is what you are.”“After wasting his father’s substance in riotous living,”said Father Andrey slowly, with laughing eyes. “He fedwith senseless beasts.”“I like my dad,” said Andrey Andreitch, touching hisfather on the shoulder. “He is a splendid old fellow, adear old fellow.”Everyone was silent for a space. Sasha suddenly burstout laughing <strong>and</strong> put his dinner napkin to his mouth.35
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