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circumstances, it was the landowner’s duty to
remain on his property, if he did not want to be
ruined. Aniuta could say nothing in reply, she
only felt that these reasons did not make life
pleasanter to her, and that she was wasting the
young years which would never come back
again. So she shut herseif up and cried
bitterly.
Ivan Sergejevitsch used to send his wife and
eldest daughter to St Petersburg once a year,
during the winter season, to spend a month or
six weeks with his sister-in-law; but these visits
were expensive, and scarcely of any use. They
only increased Aniuta’s thirst for pleasures
without satisfying it. Serious interests were out
of the question in the circle where they moved,
and no acceptable ‘parti’ had presented itself as
yet.
These few weeks in the capital went so fast,
that Aniuta had scarcely begun thoroughly to
enjoy herself when she had to leave town and
return to solitude at home, where she spent her
time in regretting past pleasures, and in
dreaming of future triumphs.
In order to find some occupation for her
restless mind, she would take now one hobby,
now another, and the other members of the
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