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Nina
Alexandrovna
came
in
,
looking
frightened
.
She
had
changed
much
since
we
last
saw
her
,
half
a
year
ago
,
and
had
grown
thin
and
pale
.
Colia
looked
worried
and
perplexed
.
He
could
not
understand
the
vagaries
of
the
general
,
and
knew
nothing
of
the
last
achievement
of
that
worthy
,
which
had
caused
so
much
commotion
in
the
house
.
But
he
could
see
that
his
father
had
of
late
changed
very
much
,
and
that
he
had
begun
to
behave
in
so
extraordinary
a
fashion
both
at
home
and
abroad
that
he
was
not
like
the
same
man
.
What
perplexed
and
disturbed
him
as
much
as
anything
was
that
his
father
had
entirely
given
up
drinking
during
the
last
few
days
.
Colia
knew
that
he
had
quarrelled
with
both
Lebedeff
and
the
prince
,
and
had
just
bought
a
small
bottle
of
vodka
and
brought
it
home
for
his
father
.
"
Really
,
mother
,
"
he
had
assured
Nina
Alexandrovna
upstairs
,
"
really
you
had
better
let
him
drink
.
He
has
not
had
a
drop
for
three
days
;
he
must
be
suffering
agonies
--
"
The
general
now
entered
the
room
,
threw
the
door
wide
open
,
and
stood
on
the
threshold
trembling
with
indignation
.
"
Look
here
,
my
dear
sir
,
"
he
began
,
addressing
Ptitsin
in
a
very
loud
tone
of
voice
;
"
if
you
have
really
made
up
your
mind
to
sacrifice
an
old
man
--
your
father
too
or
at
all
events
father
of
your
wife
--
an
old
man
who
has
served
his
emperor
--
to
a
wretched
little
atheist
like
this
,
all
I
can
say
is
,
sir
,
my
foot
shall
cease
to
tread
your
floors
.
Make
your
choice
,
sir
;
make
your
choice
quickly
,
if
you
please
!
Me
or
this
--
screw
!
Yes
,
screw
,
sir
;
I
said
it
accidentally
,
but
let
the
word
stand
--
this
screw
,
for
he
screws
and
drills
himself
into
my
soul
--
"
"
Had
n't
you
better
say
corkscrew
?
"
said
Hippolyte
.
"
No
,
sir
,
not
corkscrew
.
I
am
a
general
,
not
a
bottle
,
sir
.
Make
your
choice
,
sir
--
me
or
him
.
"
Here
Colia
handed
him
a
chair
,
and
he
subsided
into
it
,
breathless
with
rage
.
"
Had
n't
you
better
--
better
--
take
a
nap
?
"
murmured
the
stupefied
Ptitsin
.
"
A
nap
?
"
shrieked
the
general
.
"
I
am
not
drunk
,
sir
;
you
insult
me
!
I
see
,
"
he
continued
,
rising
,
"
I
see
that
all
are
against
me
here
.
Enough
--
I
go
;
but
know
,
sirs
--
know
that
--
"
