Friday, March 30, 2012
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On the way he uttered only a few brief phrases, telling me he had
left mother with Tatyana Pavlovna and so on. He walked holding my
arm. His lodging was not far off and we soon arrived. I had, in
fact, never been in these rooms of his. It was a small flat of
three rooms, which he had taken or rather Tatyana Pavlovna had
taken simply for that "tiny baby." The flat had always been under
Tatyana Pavlovna's supervision, and in it had been installed a
nurse with the baby (and now Darya Onisimovna, too), but there had
always been a room there for Versilov, the outermost of the three,
a fairly good and spacious room, snugly furnished,
like a study for
literary pursuits. On the table, on the shelves, and on a whatnot
there were numbers of books (while at mother's there were none at
all); there were manuscripts and bundles of letters--in fact, it
all looked snug and as though it had been long inhabited, and I
know that in the past Versilov had sometimes, though not very
often, moved into this flat altogether, and had stayed there even
for weeks at a time. The first thing that caught my attention was
a portrait of mother that hung over the writing table; a photograph
in a magnificent carved frame of rare wood, obviously taken abroad
and judging from its size a very expensive one.
I had never heard
of this portrait and knew nothing of it before, and what struck me
most of all was the likeness which was remarkable in a photograph,
the spiritual truth of it, so to say; in fact it looked more like a
real portrait by the hand of an artist than a mere mechanical
print. When I went in I could not help stopping before it at once.
"Isn't it, isn't it?" Versilov repeated behind me, meaning, "Isn't
it like?" I glanced at him and was struck by the expression of his
face. He was rather pale, but there was a glowing and intense look
in his eyes which seemed shining with happiness and strength. I
had never seen such an expression on his face.
"I did not know that you loved mother so much!" I blurted out,
suddenly delighted.
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