Meanwhile Vassilii Lukich had not at first understood who this lady was, and had learned from their conversation that it was no other person than the mother who had left her husband, and whom he had not seen, as he had entered the house after her departure. He was in doubt whether to go in or not, or whether to communicate with Alexei Alexandrovich. Reflecting finally that his duty was to get Seriozha up at the hour fixed, and that it was therefore not his business to consider who was there, the mother or anyone else, but simply to do his duty, he finished dressing, went to the door and opened it. .www.sigmund-freud.co.uk.
But the embraces of the mother and child, the sound of their voices, and what they were saying, made him change his mind. He shook his head, and with a sigh he closed the door. `I'll wait another ten minutes,' he said to himself, clearing his throat and wiping away tears. .http://www.panchro.co.uk.
Among the servants of the household there was intense excitement all this time. All had heard that their mistress had come, and that Kapitonich had let her in, and that she was even now in the nursery, and everyone knew that their master always went in person to the nursery at nine o'clock, and everyone fully comprehended that it was impossible for the husband and wife to meet, and that they must prevent it. Kornei, the valet, going down to the hall porter's room, asked who had let her in, and how it was he had done so, and ascertaining that Kapitonich had admitted her and shown her up, he gave the old man a talking-to. The hall porter was doggedly silent, but when Kornei told him he ought to be sent packing Kapitonich darted up to him, and, shaking his hands in Kornei's face, began: .www.onescreen.cc.
`Oh yes, to be sure you'd not have let her in! After ten years' service, and never a word but of kindness, and there you'd up and say, ``Be off, go along, get away with you!' Oh yes, you're a shrewd one at politics, I dare say! You don't need to be taught how to swindle the master, and to filch raccoon fur coats!' .www.onescreen.cc.
`Soldier!' said Kornei contemptuously, and he turned to the nurse who was coming in. `Here, what do you think, Maria Efimovna: he let her in without a word to anyone,' Kornei said addressing her. `Alexei Alexandrovich will be down immediately - and will go into the nursery!' .http://www.hopeonthestreet.co.uk.
`A pretty business, a pretty business!' said the nurse, `You, Kornei Vassilyevich - you'd best detain the master some way or other, while I'll run and get her away somehow. A pretty business!' .cartier love bracelet replica.
When the nurse went into the nursery, Seriozha was telling his mother how he and Nadinka had had a fall in tobogganing downhill, and had turned over three times. She was listening to the sound of his voice, watching his face and the play of expression on it, touching his hand, but she did not follow what he was saying. She must go, she must leave him - this was the only thing she was thinking and feeling. She heard the steps of Vassilii Lukich coming up to the door and coughing; she heard, too, the steps of the nurse as she came near; but she sat like one turned to stone, incapable of speaking or rising. .hermes bracelet replica.
`Mistress, darling!' began the nurse, going up to Anna and kissing her hands and shoulders. `God has brought joy indeed to our boy on his birthday. You haven't changed one bit.' .moncler outlet.
`Oh, nurse dear, I didn't know you were in the house,' said Anna, rousing herself for a moment. .www.ideafutura.co.uk.
`I'm not living here - I'm living with my daughter. I came for the birthday, Anna Arkadyevna, darling!' .http://www.titelhelden.eu.
The nurse suddenly burst into tears, and fell to kissing her hand again. .www.sebby.cc.
Seriozha, with radiant eyes and smiles, holding his mother by one hand and his nurse by the other, pattered on the rug with his chubby little bare feet. The tenderness shown by his beloved nurse to his mother threw him into an ecstasy. .cartier love bracelet replica.
`Mother! She often comes to see me, and when she comes...' he was beginning, but he stopped, noticing that the nurse was saying something in a whisper to his mother, and that in his mother's face there was a look of dread and something like shame, which was so strangely unbecoming to her. .http://www.hopeonthestreet.co.uk.
She went up to him. .http://www.panchro.co.uk.
`My sweet!' she said. .http://www.sebby.cc.
She could not say good-by, but the expression on her face said it, and he understood. `Darling, darling Kootik!' she used the name by which she had called him when he was little `you won't forget me? You...' but she could not say more.
How often afterward she thought of words she might have said. But now she did not know what to say, and could say nothing. But Seriozha knew all she wanted to say to him. He understood that she was unhappy and loved him. He understood even what the nurse had whispered. He had caught the words `Always at nine o'clock,' and he knew that this was said of his father, and that his father and mother could not meet. That he understood, but one thing he could not understand - why there should be a look of dread and shame in her face?... She was not at fault, but she was afraid of his father and ashamed of something. He would have liked to put a question that would have set at rest this doubt, but he did not dare; he saw that she was miserable, and he pitied her. Silently he pressed close to her and whispered:
`Don't go yet. He won't come just yet.'
The mother held him away from her to see whether he was thinking, what he said to her, and in his frightened face she read not only that he was speaking of his father, but, as it were, asking her what he ought to think about his father.
`Seriozha, my darling,' she said, `love him; he's better and kinder than I am, and I have done him wrong. When you grow up you will judge.'
`There's no one better than you!...' he cried in despair through his tears, and, clutching her by the shoulders, he began squeezing her with all his force to him, his arms trembling with the strain.
`My sweet, my little one!' said Anna, and she cried as weakly and childishly as he.
At that moment the door opened; Vassilii Lukich came in. At the other door there was the sound of steps, and the nurse in a scared whisper said, `He's coming,' and gave Anna her hat.
Seriozha sank on the bed and sobbed, hiding his face in his hands. Anna removed his hands, once more kissed his wet face, and with rapid steps went to the door. Alexei Alexandrovich walked in, meeting her. Seeing her, he stopped short and bowed his head.
Although she had just said he was better and kinder than she, in the rapid glance she flung at him, taking in his whole figure in all its details, feelings of repulsion and hatred for him, and jealousy for her son, took possession of her. With a swift gesture she put down her veil, and, quickening her pace, almost ran out of the room.
She had not time to undo, and so carried back with her, the parcel of toys she had chosen the day before in a toyshop with such love and sorrow.
? Leo Tolstoy