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give up that horrid literature, and do something
else?’
However, when she saw that her attempts
were useless, and that Aniuta persisted in going
about with her melancholy, injured expression,
she began to pity her. And then, she could not
help being curious to read Aniuta’s stories, and
feeling a little proud to think that her daughter
was an authoress.
So, by degrees, she went over to Aniuta’s
side, and Ivan Sergejevitsch at last found
himself standing quite alone.
In the anger of the first moment he had
requested Aniuta to vow that she would never
write again, and made his forgiveness depend
upon this condition. Aniuta, of course, could
not give such a promise; consequently father
and daughter did not speak to one another for
several days, and Aniuta did not even appear
at dinner. Elena Paulovna continued her
mediation.
At last Ivan Sergejevitsch yielded, in so far
that he consented to hear Aniuta’s story.
And in presence of the assembled family this
reading took place. Aniuta, fully conscious of
the importance of this moment, read in a voice
that trembled with emotion.
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