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She used to spend the whole day
with me and inspect my linen and my clothes. She drove about the
town with me, took me to Kuznetsky Street, bought me what was
necessary, provided me with a complete outfit, in fact, down to the
smallest box and penknife. All the while she nagged at me, scolded
me, reproached me, cross-examined me, quoting as examples to me
various phantom boys among her relations and acquaintances who were
all said to be better than I was. She even pinched me and actually
gave me several vicious pokes. After fitting me out and installing
me, she would disappear completely for several years. On this
occasion, too, she turned up at once on my arrival to instal me
again. She was a spare little figure with a sharp nose like a
beak, and sharp little eyes like a bird's. She waited on Versilov
like a slave, and grovelled before him as though he were the Pope,
but she did it through conviction. But I soon noticed with
surprise that she was respected by all and, what was more, known
to every one everywhere. Old Prince Sokolsky treated her with
extraordinary deference; it was the same thing with his family;
the same with Versilov's haughty children; the same with the
Fanariotovs; and yet she lived by taking in sewing, and washing
lace, and fetched work from the shops. She and I fell out at the
first word, for she thought fit to begin nagging at me just as she
had done six years before. And from that time forward we
quarrelled every day, but that did not prevent us from sometimes
talking, and I must confess that by the end of the month I began to
like her: for her independent character, I believe. But I did not
tell her so.
I realized at once that I had only been given this post at the old
invalid prince's in order to "amuse" him, and that that was my
whole duty. Naturally this was humiliating, and I should at once
have taken steps, but the queer old fellow soon made an unexpected
impression upon me. I felt something like compassion for him, and
by the end of the month I had become strangely attached to him;
anyway I gave up my intention of being rude. He was not more than
sixty, however, but there had been a great to-do with him a year
and a half before, when he suddenly had a fit.
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