Only melons.
Nothing but melons used to come up."
"Then he had God's blessing for melons."
"Why, yes, certainly.
You can't get along without God's mercy. You can't run away from it either."
Arina Petrovna finished her second cup and cast glances at the card table.
Yevpraksia, too, was burning with impatience to have a hand at cards.
But the plans were thwarted by Arina Petrovna herself. She suddenly recollected something.
"I have a bit of news for you," she declared. "I received a letter from the orphans yesterday."
"And you kept it to yourself all this time, and only just thought of it?
I suppose they are hard up. Do they ask for money?"
"No, they do not.
Here, read it. You'll like it."
Arina Petrovna produced a letter from her pocket and gave it to Yudushka, who read aloud:
"Please, grandma, don't send us any more turkeys or hens.
Don't send us money, either, but invest the money.
We are not at Moscow but at Kharkov. We've gone on the stage, and in summer we are going to travel to the fairs.
I, Anninka, made my debut in Pericola, and Lubinka in Pansies.
I was called out several times, especially after the scene where Pericola comes out and sings 'I am ready, ready, read-d-d-y!'
Lubinka made a hit, too.
The director put me on a salary of one hundred rubles a month and a benefit performance at Kharkov; and Lubinka, at seventy-five a month and a benefit the coming summer, at a fair.
Besides, we get gifts from army officers and lawyers.
The lawyers sometimes, though, give you counterfeit money, and you have to be careful.
And you, dear granny, can have Pogorelka all to yourself, we will never come there again, we don't understand how people can live there.
We had the first snow here yesterday, and we had troika rides with the lawyers. One looks like Plevako—my! just stunning!
He put a glass of champagne on his head and danced a trepak. It's jolly, beats anything I've seen!
The other one isn't so handsome, he looks a little like Yazikov from St. Petersburg.
Just think, after he read "The Collection of the Best Russian Songs and Romances," his imagination became unstrung and he got so weak that he fainted in the court-room.
And so we spend almost every day in the company of army officers and lawyers.
We go on rides and dine and sup in the best restaurants, and pay nothing.
And you, granny dear, don't be stingy and use up everything growing in Pogorelka, corn, chickens, mushrooms.
We shall be very glad to send some money.
Good-by. Our gentlemen have just arrived. They have come to take us driving again.
Darling! Divine! Farewell!
ANNINKA.
And I, too—LUBINKA."
Yudushka spat in disgust and returned the letter.
For a while Arina Petrovna was pensive and silent.
"Mother dear, you haven't answered them yet?"
"No, not yet. I just got the letter yesterday. I came here on purpose to show it to you, but between this and that I almost forgot all about it."
"Don't answer it.
It's best not to."
"How can I?
I must account to them.
Pogorelka is theirs, you know."
Yudushka also became pensive. A sinister plan flashed through his mind.
"And I keep wondering how they will preserve themselves in that foul den," Arina Petrovna continued. "You know how it is in these things—once you stumble, you can't get your maiden honor back!
Go hunt for it!"
"Much they need it!" Yudushka snarled back.
"Still, you know. Honor is a girl's best treasure, one may say. Who will marry a girl without it?"