Anna Pavlovna

Bad people everywhere a lot, but good will not soon be found. And honor – in a village in the capital – the same honor. How not to see the St. Petersburg living, and seem to you, die hard here, that you're the first in the world and to all that, my dear! You're educated and clever, and good. I would, old woman who had just enjoy looking at you. Would marry, would have sent you a god kiddies, but I would have nursed them – and would have lived without grief, no cares, and his age would have lived peacefully and quietly, no one would have envied, but there might not be good, maybe my words …

pomyanesh Stay, Sasha, – eh? He coughed and sighed, but did not say a word. – And look over here – continued she, opening the door to the balcony – and you do not wish to leave this corner? From the balcony of the room smelled fresh. From home to the farthest regions of the old garden raskidyvalsya limes, thick hips, wild cherry and lilac bushes. Between the trees were filled with flowers, and fled in different directions the track, then gently lapping at the shore lake, covered one side to the golden rays of morning sun and smooth as a mirror, on the other – dark blue as the sky, which is reflected in it, and barely covered by a ripple. And then the fields with the wave, multi-colored bread were the amphitheater and joined the dark forest. Anna Pavlovna, closing her eyes with one hand from the sun, another son, alternately pointing to each item. – Look-ka – she said – what beauty God put on our fields! Look to the fields of one to five hundred quarters of rye, Savings, and over there and have pshenichka, and buckwheat, buckwheat just now is not that the past year: It seems to be bad.

A forest is a forest-how has grown! Just think how great the wisdom of God! Drovets with a little plot in a thousand little sell. A wild game, venison that! and after all it is yours, my dear son, I only your prikazchitsa. Look-ka, the lake: what magnificence! truly heavenly! fish so and walks, a sturgeon buy, and then ruffs, perches, carp-infested lousy: and over and people go. Look your cows and horses graze. Here you around a gentleman, and there, maybe just be pushed around by you. And you want to escape from such Grace, still do not know where in the pool may be, God forgive me … Stay! Ordinary Story