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Mítenka
's
wife
and
sisters-in-law
thrust
their
heads
and
frightened
faces
out
of
the
door
of
a
room
where
a
bright
samovar
was
boiling
and
where
the
steward
's
high
bedstead
stood
with
its
patchwork
quilt
.
The
young
count
paid
no
heed
to
them
,
but
,
breathing
hard
,
passed
by
with
resolute
strides
and
went
into
the
house
.
The
countess
,
who
heard
at
once
from
the
maids
what
had
happened
at
the
lodge
,
was
calmed
by
the
thought
that
now
their
affairs
would
certainly
improve
,
but
on
the
other
hand
felt
anxious
as
to
the
effect
this
excitement
might
have
on
her
son
.
She
went
several
times
to
his
door
on
tiptoe
and
listened
,
as
he
lighted
one
pipe
after
another
.
Next
day
the
old
count
called
his
son
aside
and
,
with
an
embarrassed
smile
,
said
to
him
:
"
But
you
know
,
my
dear
boy
,
it
's
a
pity
you
got
excited
!
Mítenka
has
told
me
all
about
it
.
"
"
I
knew
,
"
thought
Nicholas
,
"
that
I
should
never
understand
anything
in
this
crazy
world
.
"
"
You
were
angry
that
he
had
not
entered
those
700
rubles
.
But
they
were
carried
forward
--
and
you
did
not
look
at
the
other
page
.
"
"
Papa
,
he
is
a
blackguard
and
a
thief
!
I
know
he
is
!
And
what
I
have
done
,
I
have
done
;
but
,
if
you
like
,
I
wo
n't
speak
to
him
again
.
"
"
No
,
my
dear
boy
"
(
the
count
,
too
,
felt
embarrassed
.
He
knew
he
had
mismanaged
his
wife
's
property
and
was
to
blame
toward
his
children
,
but
he
did
not
know
how
to
remedy
it
)
.
"
No
,
I
beg
you
to
attend
to
the
business
.
I
am
old
.
I.
.
"
