But all of them had a busy daughter of my Anglomaniac, Liza (or Betsy, her name is usually Grigory). Fathers for one another did not go, she has not yet seen Alexei, whereas all young neighbor just about him, and said,. She was seventeen years old. Black eyes enlivened her tanned and very pleasant face. She was the only and, consequently, Spoiled child. Its agility and per-minute leprosy admired his father and the despair of her madam Miss Jackson, sorokaletnyuyu chopornuyu devytsu, which belilas and antimony her eyebrows, twice a year reread "Pamela *", I received for two thousand rubles and was dying of boredom in this barbarous Russia.
For Nastya went Lyzoyu; she was older, but so windy, as her lady. Lisa loved her, She opened her all my secrets, with her to think about their venture; in short, Nastia was in the village Priluchine face a much more significant, than any confidante in a French tragedy.
- Let me now go to visit, - once said Nastya, clothing lady.
- Very well; And where to?
- In Tugilovo, to Berestov. Povarova wife have the birthday girl, and yesterday came to call us to dinner.
- Here! - Lisa said, - Gentlemen in quarrel, and treat one another servant.
- And we cares masters! - retorted Nastya; - Besides, I your, not papa. You do not even quarreled with a young Berestov; and the old men let themselves fighting, if it is fun.
- Try, Nastya, see Alexei Berestova, yes tell me good, what he is himself and what kind of person he.
Nastya was promised, and Lisa waited impatiently all day for her return. Nastya was evening.
- Well, Lizaveta Grigorievna, - she said, entering the room, - I saw the young Berestova; seen enough pretty; a day to be together.
- Like this? Tell, Tell the order.
- Very well, with: we went, I, Anisa Egorovna, Nenfla, Dunka ...
- Good, know. Well then?
- Allow-with, I tell everything in order. Here we come to the very dinner. The room was full of people. were kolbinskie, Zakhar'evskii, prikazchitsa with daughters, Khlupinskaya ...
- Well! and Berastau?
- Weather-c. So we sat at the table, prikazchitsa in the first place, I was beside her ... and her daughter and puffed, but I do not care about them ...
- Brother, Nastya, you bored with your eternal details!
- Yes, how are you impatient! Well, we got up from the table ... and we sat for three hours, and dinner was nice; cake-blanc blue cuff, and red striped ... Here we got up from the table and went into the garden to play in the burner, and the young gentleman came here and.
- Well? Pravda li, he is so handsome?
- Surprisingly good, handsome, you can say. Slim, tall, blush in his cheek ...
- right? I thought so, he had a pale face. What? What he showed you? Sad, brooding?
- What do you? Yes, sort of mad and I had never seen before. Even I think he is with us in the torch run.
- Are you in the burner run! Impossible!
- Very likely! What has invented! catch, and well kiss!
- done, Nastya, you're lying.
- Will your, do not lie. I could hardly get rid of him. The whole day with us and fussed.
- But how do they say, he is in love, and no one else is looking?
- I do not know-a, and so too was looking at me, and to Tanio, Prikazchikova daughter, also; and on Pasha kolbinskuyu, sin to say yes, no one hurt, a mischievous child!
- It's amazing! And in the house heard about it?
- his, shew, beautiful: so kind, so gay. One is not good: the girls loves chasing too. Yes, As for me, this is not a problem: eventually settle down.
- I wish I could see him! - Lisa said with a sigh.
- What is there to tricky? Tugilovo us close, just three miles: , Go for a walk in the wrong direction or ride on horseback; you will find it right. He's just in a day, early in the morning, He walks with a gun to hunt.
- Well no, not good. He might think, I chased him. In addition, our fathers in quarrel, and I still will not be able to meet him ... Oh, Nastya! Did you know? I dressed peasant women!
- Indeed; wear thick shirt, sarafan, to boldly and stupas in Tugilovo; I guarantee you, that the birch bark so you do not miss.
- And in these parts, I know how to speak well. Brother, Nastya, dear Nastya! What a glorious fiction! - And Lisa went to bed with the intention will certainly fulfill its cheerful assumption.
