A Lear of the Steppes, etc.Turgenev, Ivan Sergeevich
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A Lear of the Steppes, etc.
Turgenev, Ivan Sergeevich
Russia -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Turgenev, Ivan Sergeevich, 1818-1883 -- Translations into English
On the way home she kept laughing, and was more mischievous again.
She broke off a long branch, put it on her shoulder, like a gun, and
tied her scarf round her head. I remember we met a numerous family of
light-haired affected English people; they all, as though at a word
of command, looked Acia up and down with their glassy eyes in chilly
amazement, while she started singing aloud, as though in defiance of
them. When she reached home, she went straight to her own room, and
only appeared when dinner was on the table. She was dressed in her
best clothes, had carefully arranged her hair, laced herself in at
the waist, and put on gloves. At dinner she behaved very decorously,
almost affectedly, hardly tasting anything, and drinking water out of
a wine-glass. She obviously wanted to show herself in a new character
before me--the character of a well-bred, refined young lady. Gagin did
not check her; one could see that it was his habit to humour her in
everything. He merely glanced at me good-humouredly now and then, and
slightly shrugged his shoulders, as though he would say--‘She’s a baby;
don’t be hard on her.’ Directly dinner was over, Acia got up, made us
a curtsey, and putting on her hat, asked Gagin if she might go to see
Frau Luise.
‘Since when do you ask leave,’ he answered with his invariable smile, a
rather embarrassed smile this time; ‘are you bored with us?’
‘No; but I promised Frau Luise yesterday to go and see her; besides, I
thought you would like better being alone. Mr. N. (she indicated me)
will tell you something more about himself.’
She went out.
‘Frau Luise,’ Gagin began, trying to avoid meeting my eyes, ‘is the
widow of a former burgomaster here, a good-natured, but silly old
woman. She has taken a great fancy to Acia. Acia has a passion for
making friends with people of a lower class; I’ve noticed, it’s always
pride that’s at the root of that. She’s pretty well spoilt with me, as
you see,’ he went on after a brief pause: ‘but what would you have me
do? I can’t be exacting with any one, and with her less than any one
else. I am _bound_ not to be hard on her.’
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