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might see that she was not accustomed to her way of living。 She had
proposed to make this clear to them at dinner with allusions to her
late father's governorship； and also at the same time to hint that
it was exceedingly stupid of them to turn away on meeting her。 The fat
colonel…major （he was really a discharged officer of low rank） was
also absent； but it appeared that he had been 〃not himself〃 for the
last two days。 The party consisted of the Pole； a wretched looking
clerk with a spotty face and a greasy coat； who had not a word to
say for himself； and smelt abominably； a deaf and almost blind old man
who had once been in the post office and who had been from
immemorial ages maintained by some one at Amalia Ivanovna's。
A retired clerk of the commissariat department came； too； he was
drunk； had a loud and most unseemly laugh and only fancy… was
without a waistcoat！ One of the visitors sat straight down to the
table without even greeting Katerina Ivanovna。 Finally one person
having no suit appeared in his dressing gown； but this was too much；
and the efforts of Amalia Ivanovna and the Pole succeeded in
removing him。 The Pole brought with him； however； two other Poles
who did not live at Amalia Ivanovna's and whom no one had seen here
before。 All this irritated Katerina Ivanovna intensely。 〃For whom
had they made all these preparations then？〃 To make room for the
visitors the children had not even been laid for at the table； but the
two little ones were sitting on a bench in the furthest corner with
their dinner laid on a box； while Polenka as a big girl had to look
after them； feed them； and keep their noses wiped like well…bred
children's。
Katerina Ivanovna； in fact； could hardly help meeting her guests
with increased dignity； and even haughtiness。 She stared at some of
them with special severity； and loftily invited them to take their
seats。 Rushing to the conclusion that Amalia Ivanovna must be
responsible for those who were absent； she began treating her with
extreme nonchalance； which the latter promptly observed and
resented。 Such a beginning was no good omen for the end。 All were
seated at last。
Raskolnikov came in almost at the moment of their return from the
cemetery。 Katerina Ivanovna was greatly delighted to see him； in the
first place； because he was the one 〃educated visitor； and； as every
one knew； was in two years to take a professorship in the university；〃
and secondly because he immediately and respectfully apologised for
having been unable to be at the funeral。 She positively pounced upon
him； and made him sit on her left hand （Amalia Ivanovna was on her
right）。 In spite of her continual anxiety that the dishes should be
passed round correctly and that every one should taste them； in
spite of the agonising cough which interrupted her every minute and
seemed to have grown worse during the last few days she hastened to
pour out in a half whisper to Raskolnikov all her suppressed
feelings and her just indignation at the failure of the dinner；
interspersing her remarks with lively and uncontrollable laughter at
the expense of her visitors and especially of her landlady。
〃It's all that cuckoo's fault！ You know whom I mean？ Her； her！〃
Katerina Ivanovna nodded towards the landlady。 〃Look at her； she's
making round eyes； she feels that we are talking about her and can't
understand。 Pfoo； the owl！ Ha…ha！ （Cough…cough…cough。） And what does
she put on that cap for？ （Cough…cough…cough。） Have you noticed that
she wants every one to consider that she is patronising me and doing
me an honour by being here？ I asked her like a sensible woman to
invite people； especially those who knew my late husband； and look
at the set of fools she has brought！ The sweeps！ Look at that one with
the spotty face。 And those wretched Poles； ha…ha…ha！
（Cough…cough…cough。） Not one of them has ever poked his nose in
here； I've never set eyes on them。 What have they come here for； I ask
you？ There they sit in a row。 Hey； Pan！〃 she cried suddenly to one
of them； 〃have you tasted the pancakes？ Take some more！ Have some
beer！ Won't you have some vodka？ Look； he's jumped up and is making
his bows； they must be quite starved； poor things。 Never mind； let
them eat！ They don't make a noise； anyway； though I'm really afraid
for our landlady's silver spoons。。。 Amalia Ivanovna！〃 she addressed
her suddenly； almost aloud； 〃if your spoons should happen to be
stolen； I won't be responsible； I warn you！ Ha…ha…ha！〃 She laughed
turning to Raskolnikov； and again nodding towards the landlady； in
high glee at her sally。 〃She didn't understand； she didn't
understand again！ Look how she sits with her mouth open！ An owl； a
real owl！ An owl in new ribbons； ha…ha…ha！〃
Here her laugh turned again to an insufferable fit of coughing
that lasted five minutes。 Drops of perspiration stood out on her
forehead and her handkerchief was stained with blood。 She showed
Raskolnikov the blood in silence； and as soon as she could get her
breath began whispering to him again with extreme animation and a
hectic flush on her cheeks。
〃Do you know； I gave her the most delicate instructions； so to
speak； for inviting that lady and her daughter； you understand of whom
I am speaking？ It needed the utmost delicacy； the greatest nicety； but
she has managed things so that that fool； that conceited baggage； that
provincial nonentity； simply because she is the widow of a major；
and has come to try and get a pension and to fray out her skirts in
the government offices； because at fifty she paints her face
（everybody knows it）。。。 a creature like that did not think fit to
come； and has not even answered the invitation； which the most
ordinary good manners required！ I can't understand why Pyotr
Petrovitch has not come！ But where's Sonia？ Where has she gone？ Ah；
there she is at last！ what is it； Sonia； where have you been？ It's odd
that even at your father's funeral you should be so unpunctual。 Rodion
Romanovitch； make room for her beside you。 That's your place； Sonia。。。
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