The Lady with the Dog and Other Stories eBook

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Nikolay Sergeitch’s pale, exhausted face besought her, but Mashenka shook her head, and with a wave of his hand he went out.

Half an hour later she was on her way.



When visitors to the provincial town S——­ complained of the dreariness and monotony of life, the inhabitants of the town, as though defending themselves, declared that it was very nice in S——­, that there was a library, a theatre, a club; that they had balls; and, finally, that there were clever, agreeable, and interesting families with whom one could make acquaintance.  And they used to point to the family of the Turkins as the most highly cultivated and talented.

This family lived in their own house in the principal street, near the Governor’s.  Ivan Petrovitch Turkin himself—­a stout, handsome, dark man with whiskers—­used to get up amateur performances for benevolent objects, and used to take the part of an elderly general and cough very amusingly.  He knew a number of anecdotes, charades, proverbs, and was fond of being humorous and witty, and he always wore an expression from which it was impossible to tell whether he were joking or in earnest.  His wife, Vera Iosifovna—­a thin, nice-looking lady who wore a pince-nez—­used to write novels and stories, and was very fond of reading them aloud to her visitors.  The daughter, Ekaterina Ivanovna, a young girl, used to play on the piano.  In short, every member of the family had a special talent.  The Turkins welcomed visitors, and good-humouredly displayed their talents with genuine simplicity.  Their stone house was roomy and cool in summer; half of the windows looked into a shady old garden, where nightingales used to sing in the spring.  When there were visitors in the house, there was a clatter of knives in the kitchen and a smell of fried onions in the yard—­and that was always a sure sign of a plentiful and savoury supper to follow.

And as soon as Dmitri Ionitch Startsev was appointed the district doctor, and took up his abode at Dyalizh, six miles from S——­, he, too, was told that as a cultivated man it was essential for him to make the acquaintance of the Turkins.  In the winter he was introduced to Ivan Petrovitch in the street; they talked about the weather, about the theatre, about the cholera; an invitation followed.  On a holiday in the spring—­it was Ascension Day—­after seeing his patients, Startsev set off for town in search of a little recreation and to make some purchases.  He walked in a leisurely way (he had not yet set up his carriage), humming all the time: 

    “‘Before I’d drunk the tears from life’s goblet. . . .’”

In town he dined, went for a walk in the gardens, then Ivan Petrovitch’s invitation came into his mind, as it were of itself, and he decided to call on the Turkins and see what sort of people they were.

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