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Chapter 1

           Shewastwenty-fivenow,andmustbefatedtobeanoldmaid,and“withsuchbeauty,too!”Themotherspentwholenightsinweepingandlamenting,whileallthetimethecauseofhergriefslumberedpeacefully.“Whatisthematterwithher?IssheaNihilist,orsimplyafool?”

           ButLizabethaProkofievnaknewperfectlywellhowunnecessarywasthelastquestion.ShesetahighvalueonAlexandraIvanovna’sjudgment,andoftenconsultedherindifficulties;butthatshewasa‘wethen’sheneverforamomentdoubted.“Sheissocalm;nothingrousesherthoughwethensarenotalwayscalm!Oh!Ican’tunderstandit!”HereldestdaughterinspiredLizabethawithakindofpuzzledcompassion.ShedidnotfeelthisinAglaya’scase,thoughthelatterwasheridol.Itmaybesaidthattheseoutburstsandepithets,suchas“wethen”(inwhichthematernalsolicitudeusuallyshoweditself),onlymadeAlexandralaugh.SometimesthemosttrivialthingannoyedMrs.Epanchin,anddroveherintoafrenzy.Forinstance,AlexandraIvanovnalikedtosleeplate,andwasalwaysdreaming,thoughherdreamshadthepeculiarityofbeingasinnocentandnaiveasthoseofachildofseven;andtheveryinnocenceofherdreamsannoyedhermother.Onceshedreamtofninehens,andthiswasthecauseofquiteaseriousquarrelnooneknewwhy.Anothertimeshehaditwasmostunusualadreamwithasparkoforiginalityinit.Shedreamtofamonkinadarkroom,intowhichshewastoofrightenedtogo.

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