Niya came with a basket and looked at her expression as if she had known or felt that she would find me in the garden. We picked mushrooms together and chatted. Whenever she wanted to ask me something, she took a few steps forward to face my face.

Yesterday, a miracle happened in our village. She said that Pelaghia, a lame man, had been ill for a year and no matter what kind of doctors and medicines, but yesterday an old woman came over and whispered that she was ill for a while.
It’s nothing. I said we shouldn’t look for miracles in the patient’s old woman. Isn’t health a miracle? Isn’t life a miracle? Everything that is insoluble is a miracle.
Are you afraid of those insoluble things?
I am not afraid of phenomena that I don’t understand. I always bravely welcome them and don’t give in to them. I am superior to them. I should realize that man is higher than the lion, tiger and orangutan, and everything in the world is higher than those things that can’t be explained as miracles. Otherwise, he can’t be regarded as a rat who is afraid of everything.
Nia, since I am a painter, I should know a lot, even if I don’t know some things, I can probably guess. She is bent on letting me lead her into that eternal and wonderful world, and into that lofty world. According to her, I am her confidant in that world, and she can talk to me about the emperor, immortality and miracles, but I think my thoughts are still there after my death, so she replied that people are immortal and we will live forever. She listened and believed and didn’t ask for any argument.
We were on our way back, she suddenly stopped and said
Our Rita is a great person. Do I love her passionately? She can give her life at any time. But you told me that Niya reached out and touched my sleeve. Tell me why you always argue with her. Why do you get angry easily?
Virginia said and shook her head with tears in her eyes.
Because she is wrong.
It’s incredible, she said
At this moment, Rita just came back from the outside with a whip in her hand, and she looked more slim and graceful near the steps in the sunshine. What did she tell her employees? After receiving two or three patients in a hurry, she looked seriously worried. She walked around the room, hitting this cabinet for a while and then hitting that cabinet, and finally went to the attic. Everyone looked for her for a long time and asked her to have lunch. By the time she came, we had finished eating the soup. I don’t know what these details were. I remember them clearly today, although it didn’t happen. What special event is vivid in my memory? After lunch, Niya was deeply buried in the round-backed armchair, and it seemed that I was sitting on the first step again. No one spoke. It was overcast and cloudy with sparse drizzle, and the sultry wind had stopped long ago. It seemed as if the day would never end. pavlovna, yekaterina, shook her fan and came to the balcony, looking sleepy.
Ah, mom, Niya says kissing your hand and sleeping during the day is bad for your health.
Mother and daughter love each other. One of them went to the garden, and the other one must be looking at the Woods on the balcony and calling for Niya or Mom. Where are you? They often pray together. They also believe in the emperor and can understand each other even if they don’t talk. They also have the same attitude towards people. yekaterina and pavlovna soon became familiar with me. If I don’t go for two or three days, she will send someone to ask me if I am ill. Like Mysius, she also praised me repeatedly while watching my drawings, and told me what happened with scruples. She also revealed some family secrets to me.
She worships her eldest daughter, Lida, who never shows affection to others. She leads a unique life. In the eyes of her mother and sister, she is a sacred and somewhat mysterious figure. In the eyes of sailors, she sits in the captain’s room.
Our Rita is a great person. Mother often says that, doesn’t she?
At this time, it was drizzling and we talked about Lida.
She’s an amazing person, said her mother, and then she looked around trembling, holding her voice down. She seemed to add that it’s hard to find such a person with lanterns during the day, but you know what? I’m not at ease with the school, the pharmacy, and it’s all good, but it’s hard to go to extremes. She’s almost twenty-four, and it’s time to seriously think about her lifelong events. The pharmacy is busy like this, and before you know it, the good years will pass. She should get married.
Niya turned pale and her hair was messy. She looked up at her mother as if she were talking
Mom, everything is at the will of the emperor
Say and bury your head in it.
Belokurov came. He wore an embroidered shirt with a pleated coat around his waist. We played croquet. Later, it was dark. Everyone ate dinner and spent a long time. When Lida talked about the school affairs, Labin took this long and idle day with me when I left Ninov’s house in Valcea that night, leaving a good impression. At the same time, I realized sadly that all this world was over, even though it lasted forever, Niya sent us to the gate. Maybe it was because she spent a day with me from morning till night. At this time, I felt lonely when I left her. This lovely family was very kind to me in summer.
Tell me why your life is so dull and colorful. When I came home with Belokurov, I asked him that my life is dull and monotonous. This is because I am a painter and an eccentric. Since I was a teenager, I have been mentally tortured, jealous of others’ dissatisfaction with myself and lack of confidence in my career. I have always been poor and wandering around, but what about you? You are healthy, ordinary people are landlords and lords. Why do you live so boring? Why do you get so little from life? Why don’t you say anything?
You forget that I love another woman, Belokurov replied.
He said he was his girlfriend, and he lived in the wing together. Liu Bofu Ivanovna, I can see this lady walking in the garden every day. She is extremely plump and obese, and she behaves arrogantly like a fat goose, wearing a Russian dress and necklace and often playing a small parasol. She often has to be called by servants to come to dinner and have tea. Three years ago, she rented a wing as a villa and has lived in Belokurov since then. It seems that she will never leave. She is ten years older than him, and she has to ask her permission every time she goes to the door. She often cries like a man.
When we got home, Belokurov sat down on the sofa and frowned, thinking of my heart, while I paced back and forth in the hall like a lover, feeling the slight emotional waves in my heart. I couldn’t help but want to talk about the Ninov family in Valcea.
Rita will love local councillors and be as enthusiastic about running hospital schools as she is. I told you, this girl can not only take part in local government work, but also be willing to return that Mysius like the fairy tale says. How lovely she is!
Belokurov drawled on about the pessimism of the times. He spoke eloquently. It was as if I was arguing with him. He just sat there talking and didn’t know when he would leave. At this time, your mood was far more boring than walking through hundreds of miles of desolate and monotonous dry grass.
The problem is not pessimism or optimism. I say angrily that the problem is that 99 out of 100 people have no brains.
Belokurov recognized this as saying that he was angry and roared off.
three
The duke is a guest in Malojomovo village. He sends his regards to you. Lida came back from nowhere. She took off her gloves and told her that he talked about many interesting things. He promised to set up a medical problem in Malojomovo village again at the meeting of representatives of provincial and local governments, but he said that there was little hope, and then turned to say sorry to me. I forgot that you would not be interested in such things.
I feel angry.
What’s not interested? I asked, shrugging my shoulders. You disdain to know my opinion, but you believe that I am interested in this question.
is it
Yes, in my opinion, Malojomovo village root doesn’t need a doctor.
My angry words angered her. She gave me a look and narrowed her eyes and asked
So what do you need? Landscape painting?
Landscape painting doesn’t need anything there.
She took off her gloves and hit the newspaper that the postman had just delivered. After a while, she obviously restrained herself and said in a low voice
Anna died in childbirth last week, so she can come back to life. Gentlemen of landscape painters should have their own opinions on this.
I have a very accurate opinion on this, you believe me, I replied, but her newspaper blocked her face and seemed unwilling to listen to me. In my opinion, the current conditions are conducive to enslaving the people and being tied up by a thick chain. Instead of cutting this chain, you added many new links to it. This is my opinion.
She looked up at me and smiled sarcastically. I went on trying to catch my main idea.