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Russian novelist Fyodor Dostoyevsky is today best remembered for his longer works, including the sprawling philosophical epic The Brothers Karamazov. Although his shorter works of fiction have received less attention, critics and fans alike recognize them as thought-provoking, complex and elegant. This volume, which collects two of Dostoyevsky's novellas, is a perfect introduction to the writer's oeuvre.
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UNCLE'S DREAM AND THE PERMANENT HUSBAND
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FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY
 
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Uncle's Dream and The Permanent Husband First published in 1859 Epub ISBN 978-1-77658-165-8 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77658-166-5 © 2013 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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UNCLE'S DREAM Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X Chapter XI Chapter XII Chapter XIII Chapter XIV Chapter XV THE PERMANENT HUSBAND Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X Chapter XI Chapter XII Chapter XIII Chapter XIV Chapter XV Chapter XVI Chapter XVII Endnotes
UNCLE'S DREAM
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Chapter I
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Maria Alexandrovna Moskaleva was the principal lady of Mordasoff—there wasno doubt whatever on that point! She always bore herself as though she did not care a fig for anyone, but as though no one else could do without her . True, there were uncommonly few who loved her—in fact I may saythat very many detested her; still, everyone was afraid of her, and thatwas what she liked!
Now, why did Maria Alexandrovna, who dearly loves scandal, and cannotsleep at night unless she has heard something new and piquant the daybefore,—why, or how did she know how to bear herself so that it wouldnever strike anyone, looking at her, to suppose that the dignified ladywas the most inveterate scandal-monger in the world—or at all events inMordasoff? On the contrary, anyone would have said at once, that scandalsand such-like pettiness must vanish in her presence; and thatscandal-mongers, caught red-handed by Maria Alexandrovna, would blush andtremble, like schoolboys at the entrance of the master; and that the talkwould immediately be diverted into channels of the loftiest and mostsublime subjects so soon as she entered the room. Maria Alexandrovna knewmany deadly and scandalous secrets of certain other Mordasoff inhabitants,which, if she liked to reveal them at any convenient opportunity, wouldproduce results little less terrible than the earthquake of Lisbon. Still,she was very quiet about the secrets she knew, and never let them outexcept in cases of absolute need, and then only to her nearest and dearestfriends. She liked to hint that she knew certain things, and frightenpeople out of their wits; preferring to keep them in a state of perpetualterror, rather than crush them altogether.
This was real talent—the talent of tactics.
We all considered Maria Alexandrovna as our type and model ofirreproachable comme-il-faut ! She had no rival in this respect inMordasoff! She could kill and annihilate and pulverize any rival with asingle word. We have seen her do it; and all the while she would look asthough she had not even observed that she had let the fatal word fall.
Everyone knows that this trait is a speciality of the highest circles.
Her circle of friends was large. Many visitors to Mordasoff left the townagain in an ecstasy over her reception of them, and carried on acorrespondence with her afterwards! Somebody even addressed some poetry toher, which she showed about the place with great pride. The novelist whocame to the town used to read his novel to her of an evening, and ended bydedicating it to her; which produced a very agreeable effect. A certainGerman professor, who came from Carlsbad to inquire into the question of alittle worm with horns which abounds in our part of the world, and whowrote and published four large quarto volumes about this same littleinsect, was so delighted and ravished with her amiability and kindnessthat to this very day he carries on a most improving correspondence uponmoral subjects from far Carlsbad!
Some people have compared Maria Alexandrovna, in certain respects, withNapoleon. Of course it may have been her enemies who did so, in order tobring Maria Alexandrovna to scorn; but all I can say is, How is it thatNapoleon, when he rose to his highest, that too high estate of his,became giddy and fell? Historians of the old school have ascribed this tothe fact that he was not only not of royal blood, but was not even agentleman! and therefore when he rose too high, he thought of his properplace, the ground, became giddy and fell! But why did not MariaAlexandrovna's head whirl? And how was it that she could always keep herplace as the first lady of Mordasoff?
People have often said this sort of thing of Maria Alexandrovna; forinstance: "Oh—yes, but how would she act under such and such difficultcircumstances?" Yet, when the circumstances arose, Maria Alexandrovnainvariably rose also to the emergency! For instance, when herhusband—Afanassy Matveyevitch—was obliged to throw up his appointment, outof pure incapacity and feebleness of intellect, just before the governmentinspector came down to look into matters, all Mordasoff danced withdelight to think that she would be down on her knees to this inspector,begging and beseeching and weeping and praying—in fact, that she woulddrop her wings and fall; but, bless you, nothing of the sort happened!Maria Alexandrovna quite understood that her husband was beyond prayingfor: he must retire. So she only rearranged her affairs a little, in sucha manner that she lost not a scrap of her influence in the place, and herhouse still remained the acknowledged head of all Mordasoff Society!
The procurer's wife, Anna Nicolaevna Antipova, the sworn foe of MariaAlexandrovna, though a friend so far as could be judged outside, hadalready blown the trumpet of victory over her rival! But when Societyfound that Maria Alexandrovna was extremely difficult to put down, theywere obliged to conclude that the latter had struck her roots far deeperthan they had thought for.
As I have mentioned Afanassy Matveyevitch, Maria Alexandrovna's husband, Imay as well add a few words about him in this place.
Firstly, then, he was a most presentable man, so far as exterior goes, anda very high-principled person besides; but in critical moments he used tolose his head and stand looking like a sheep which has come across a newgate. He looked very majestic and dignified in his dress-coat and whitetie at dinner parties, and so on; but his dignity only lasted until heopened his mouth to speak; for then—well, you'd better have shut yourears, ladies and gentlemen, when he began to talk—that's all! Everyoneagreed that he was quite unworthy to be Maria Alexandrovna's husband. Heonly sat in his place by virtue of his wife's genius. In my humble opinionhe ought long ago to have been derogated to the office of frighteningsparrows in the kitchen garden. There, and only there, would he have beenin his proper sphere, and doing some good to his fellow countrymen.
Therefore, I think Maria Alexandrovna did a very wise thing when she senthim away to her village, about a couple of miles from town, where shepossessed a property of some hundred and twenty souls—which, to tell thetruth, was all she had to keep up the respectability and grandeur of hernoble house upon!
Everybody knew that Afanassy was only kept because he had earned a salaryand perquisites; so that when he ceased to earn the said salary andperquisites, it surprised no-one to learn that he was sent away—"returnedempty" to the village, as useless and fit for nothing! In fact, everyonepraised his wife for her soundness of judgment and decision of character!
Afanassy lived in clover at the village. I called on him there once andspent a very pleasant hour. He tied on his white ties, cleaned his bootshimself (not because he had no-one to do it for him, but for the sake ofart, for he loved to have them shine ), went to the bath as often as hecould, had tea four times a day, and was as contented as possible.
Do you remember, a year and a half ago, the dreadful stories that wereafoot about Zenaida, Maria Alexandrovna's and Afanassy's daughter? Zenaidawas undoubtedly a fine, handsome, well-educated girl; but she was nowtwenty-three years old, and not married yet. Among the reasons put forthfor Zenaida being still a maid, one of the strongest was those darkrumours about a strange attachment, a year and a half ago, with theschoolmaster of the place—rumours not hushed up even to this day. Yes, tothis very day they tell of a love-letter, written by Zina, as she wascalled, and handed all about Mordasoff. But kindly tell me, who ever sawthis letter? If it went from hand to hand what became of it? Everyoneseems to have heard of it, but no one ever saw it! At all events, I havenever met anyone who actually saw the letter with his own eyes. If youdrop a hint to Maria Alexandrovna about it, she simply does not understandyou.
Well, supposing that there was something, and that Zina did write such aletter; what dexterity and skill of Maria Alexandrovna, to have so ablynipped the bud of the scandal! I feel sure that Zina did write theletter; but Maria Alexandrovna has managed so well that there is not atrace, not a shred of evidence of the existence of it. Goodness knows howshe must have worked and planned to save the reputation of this onlydaughter of hers; but she managed it somehow.
As for Zina not having married, there's nothing surprising in that. Why,what sort of a husband could be found for her in Mordasoff? Zina ought tomarry a reigning prince, if anyone! Did you ever see such a beauty amongbeauties as Zina? I think not. Of course, she was very proud—too proud.
There was Mosgliakoff—some people said she was likely

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