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“
Good
heavens
,
Dounia
,
what
is
going
to
happen
?
”
said
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
,
addressing
her
daughter
with
anxiety
and
dismay
.
“
Don
’
t
worry
yourself
,
mother
,
”
said
Dounia
,
taking
off
her
hat
and
cape
.
“
God
has
sent
this
gentleman
to
our
aid
,
though
he
has
come
from
a
drinking
party
.
We
can
depend
on
him
,
I
assure
you
.
And
all
that
he
has
done
for
Rodya
.
.
.
.
”
“
Ah
.
Dounia
,
goodness
knows
whether
he
will
come
!
How
could
I
bring
myself
to
leave
Rodya
?
.
.
.
And
how
different
,
how
different
I
had
fancied
our
meeting
!
How
sullen
he
was
,
as
though
not
pleased
to
see
us
.
.
.
.
”
Tears
came
into
her
eyes
.
“
No
,
it
’
s
not
that
,
mother
.
You
didn
’
t
see
,
you
were
crying
all
the
time
.
He
is
quite
unhinged
by
serious
illness
—
that
’
s
the
reason
.
”
“
Ah
,
that
illness
!
What
will
happen
,
what
will
happen
?
And
how
he
talked
to
you
,
Dounia
!
”
said
the
mother
,
looking
timidly
at
her
daughter
,
trying
to
read
her
thoughts
and
,
already
half
consoled
by
Dounia
’
s
standing
up
for
her
brother
,
which
meant
that
she
had
already
forgiven
him
.
“
I
am
sure
he
will
think
better
of
it
to
-
morrow
,
”
she
added
,
probing
her
further
.
“
And
I
am
sure
that
he
will
say
the
same
to
-
morrow
.
.
.
about
that
,
”
Avdotya
Romanovna
said
finally
.
And
,
of
course
,
there
was
no
going
beyond
that
,
for
this
was
a
point
which
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
was
afraid
to
discuss
.
Dounia
went
up
and
kissed
her
mother
.
The
latter
warmly
embraced
her
without
speaking
.
Then
she
sat
down
to
wait
anxiously
for
Razumihin
’
s
return
,
timidly
watching
her
daughter
who
walked
up
and
down
the
room
with
her
arms
folded
,
lost
in
thought
.
This
walking
up
and
down
when
she
was
thinking
was
a
habit
of
Avdotya
Romanovna
’
s
and
the
mother
was
always
afraid
to
break
in
on
her
daughter
’
s
mood
at
such
moments
.
Razumihin
,
of
course
,
was
ridiculous
in
his
sudden
drunken
infatuation
for
Avdotya
Romanovna
.
Yet
apart
from
his
eccentric
condition
,
many
people
would
have
thought
it
justified
if
they
had
seen
Avdotya
Romanovna
,
especially
at
that
moment
when
she
was
walking
to
and
fro
with
folded
arms
,
pensive
and
melancholy
.
Avdotya
Romanovna
was
remarkably
good
-
looking
;
she
was
tall
,
strikingly
well
-
proportioned
,
strong
and
self
-
reliant
—
the
latter
quality
was
apparent
in
every
gesture
,
though
it
did
not
in
the
least
detract
from
the
grace
and
softness
of
her
movements
.
In
face
she
resembled
her
brother
,
but
she
might
be
described
as
really
beautiful
.
Her
hair
was
dark
brown
,
a
little
lighter
than
her
brother
’
s
;
there
was
a
proud
light
in
her
almost
black
eyes
and
yet
at
times
a
look
of
extraordinary
kindness
.
She
was
pale
,
but
it
was
a
healthy
pallor
;
her
face
was
radiant
with
freshness
and
vigour
.
Her
mouth
was
rather
small
;
the
full
red
lower
lip
projected
a
little
as
did
her
chin
;
it
was
the
only
irregularity
in
her
beautiful
face
,
but
it
gave
it
a
peculiarly
individual
and
almost
haughty
expression
.
Her
face
was
always
more
serious
and
thoughtful
than
gay
;
but
how
well
smiles
,
how
well
youthful
,
lighthearted
,
irresponsible
,
laughter
suited
her
face
!
It
was
natural
enough
that
a
warm
,
open
,
simple
-
hearted
,
honest
giant
like
Razumihin
,
who
had
never
seen
anyone
like
her
and
was
not
quite
sober
at
the
time
,
should
lose
his
head
immediately
.
Besides
,
as
chance
would
have
it
,
he
saw
Dounia
for
the
first
time
transfigured
by
her
love
for
her
brother
and
her
joy
at
meeting
him
.
