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On the Eve: A Novel
Chapter 3
Ivan Turgenev
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       _ Chapter III
       Anna Vassilyevna Stahov--her maiden name was Shubin--had been left,
       at seven years old, an orphan and heiress of a pretty considerable
       property. She had very rich and also very poor relations; the poor
       relations were on her father's, the rich on her mother's side; the
       latter including the senator Volgin and the Princes Tchikurasov. Prince
       Ardalion Tchikurasov, who had been appointed her guardian, placed her in
       the best Moscow boarding-school, and when she left school, took her into
       his own home. He kept open house, and gave balls in the winter. Anna
       Vassilyevna's future husband, Nikolai Artemyevitch Stahov, captured
       her heart at one of these balls when she was arrayed in a charming
       rose-coloured gown, with a wreath of tiny roses. She had treasured
       that wreath all her life. Nikolai Artemyevitch Stahov was the son of
       a retired captain, who had been wounded in 1812, and had received a
       lucrative post in Petersburg. Nikolai Artemyevitch entered the School
       of Cadets at sixteen, and left to go into the Guards. He was a handsome,
       well-made fellow, and reckoned almost the most dashing beau at evening
       parties of the middling sort, which were those he frequented for the
       most part; he had not gained a footing in the best society. From his
       youth he had been absorbed by two ideals: to get into the Imperial
       adjutants, and to make a good marriage; the first ideal he soon
       discarded, but he clung all the more closely to the second, and it
       was with that object that he went every winter to Moscow. Nikolai
       Artemyevitch spoke French fairly, and passed for being a philosopher,
       because he was not a rake. Even while he was no more than an ensign, he
       was given to discussing, persistently, such questions as whether it is
       possible for a man to visit the whole of the globe in the course of
       his whole lifetime, whether it is possible for a man to know what is
       happening at the bottom of the sea; and he always maintained the view
       that these things were impossible.
       Nikolai Artemyevitch was twenty-five years old when he 'hooked' Anna
       Vassilyevna; he retired from the service and went into the country
       to manage the property. He was soon tired of country life, and as the
       peasants' labour was all commuted for rent he could easily leave the
       estate; he settled in Moscow in his wife's house. In his youth he had
       played no games of any kind, but now he developed a passion for loto,
       and, when loto was prohibited, for whist. At home he was bored; he
       formed a connection with a widow of German extraction, and spent almost
       all his time with her. In the year 1853 he had not moved to Kuntsovo; he
       stopped at Moscow, ostensibly to take advantage of the mineral waters;
       in reality, he did not want to part from his widow. He did not, however,
       have much conversation with her, but argued more than ever as to whether
       one can foretell the weather and such questions. Some one had once
       called him a _frondeur_; he was greatly delighted with that name. 'Yes,'
       he thought, letting the corners of his mouth drop complacently and
       shaking his head, 'I am not easily satisfied; you won't take me in.'
       Nikolai Artemyevitch's _frondeurism_ consisted in saying, for instance,
       when he heard the word nerves: 'And what do you mean by nerves?' or
       if some one alluded in his presence to the discoveries of astronomy,
       asking: 'And do you believe in astronomy?' When he wanted to overwhelm
       his opponent completely, he said: 'All that is nothing but words.' It
       must be admitted that to many persons remarks of that kind seemed
       (and still seem) irrefutable arguments. But Nikolai Artemyevitch never
       suspected that Augustina Christianovna, in letters to her cousin,
       Theodolina Peterzelius, called him _Mein Pinselchen_.
       Nikolai Artemyevitch's wife, Anna Vassilyevna, was a thin, little woman
       with delicate features, and a tendency to be emotional and melancholy.
       At school, she had devoted herself to music and reading novels;
       afterwards she abandoned all that. She began to be absorbed in
       dress, and that, too, she gave up. She did, for a time, undertake her
       daughter's education, but she got tired of that too, and handed her
       over to a governess. She ended by spending her whole time in sentimental
       brooding and tender melancholy. The birth of Elena Nikolaevna had ruined
       her health, and she could never have another child. Nikolai Artemyevitch
       used to hint at this fact in justification of his intimacy with
       Augustina Christianovna. Her husband's infidelity wounded Anna
       Vassilyevna deeply; she had been specially hurt by his once giving
       his German woman, on the sly, a pair of grey horses out of her (Anna
       Vassilyevna's) own stable. She had never reproached him to his face, but
       she complained of him secretly to every one in the house in turn, even
       to her daughter. Anna Vassilyevna did not care for going out, she liked
       visitors to come and sit with her and talk to her; she collapsed at once
       when she was left alone. She had a very tender and loving heart; life
       had soon crushed her.
       Pavel Yakovlitch Shubin happened to be a distant cousin of hers. His
       father had been a government official in Moscow. His brothers had
       entered cadets' corps; he was the youngest, his mother's darling, and
       of delicate constitution; he stopped at home. They intended him for the
       university, and strained every effort to keep him at the gymnasium.
       From his early years he began to show an inclination for sculpture.
       The ponderous senator, Volgin, saw a statuette of his one day at his
       aunt's--he was then sixteen--and declared that he intended to protect
       this youthful genius. The sudden death of Shubin's father very nearly
       effected a complete transformation in the young man's future. The
       senator, the patron of genius, made him a present of a bust of Homer
       in plaster, and did nothing more. But Anna Vassilyevna helped him with
       money, and at nineteen he scraped through into the university in the
       faculty of medicine. Pavel felt no inclination for medical science, but,
       as the university was then constituted, it was impossible for him to
       enter in any other faculty. Besides, he looked forward to studying
       anatomy. But he did not complete his anatomical studies; at the end of
       the first year, and before the examination, he left the university to
       devote himself exclusively to his vocation. He worked zealously, but
       by fits and starts; he used to stroll about the country round Moscow
       sketching and modelling portraits of peasant girls, and striking up
       acquaintance with all sorts of people, young and old, of high and low
       degree, Italian models and Russian artists. He would not hear of
       the Academy, and recognised no one as a teacher. He was possessed of
       unmistakeable talent; it began to be talked about in Moscow. His mother,
       who came of a good Parisian family, a kind-hearted and clever woman, had
       taught him French thoroughly and had toiled and thought for him day and
       night. She was proud of him, and when, while still young in years, she
       died of consumption, she entreated Anna Vassilyevna to take him under
       her care. He was at that time twenty-one. Anna Vassilyevna carried out
       her last wish; a small room in the lodge of the country villa was given
       up to him. _