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"The Brigadier" by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev is a novella that explores themes of honor, duty, and the complexities of human relationships within a military context. Set against the backdrop of 19th-century Russia, the story follows the experiences of a retired brigadier who grapples with memories of his past service and the impact of those experiences on his current life. Turgenev's nuanced characterizations and keen observations provide insight into the struggles of identity and social status, ultimately revealing the deep emotional currents that shape the lives of his characters.

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'There's no doubt he took Prague,' I thought.

We went into the room. The brigadier pulled his cap off his hair, which
was soaked with perspiration, ejaculated, 'Fa!' ... squatted down on the
edge of a chair ... bowed his head gloomily....

'I have come to you, Vassily Fomitch,' I began my diplomatic approaches,
'because, as you have served under the leadership of the great
Suvorov--have taken part altogether in such important events--it would
be very interesting for me to hear some particulars of your past.'

The brigadier stared at me.... His face kindled strangely--I began to
expect, if not a story, at least some word of approval, of sympathy....

'But I, sir, must be going to die soon,' he said in an undertone.

I was utterly nonplussed.

'Why, Vassily Fomitch, 'I brought out at last, 'what makes you ...
suppose that?'

The brigadier suddenly flung his arms violently up and down.

'Because, sir ... I, as maybe you know ... often in my dreams see
Agrippina Ivanovna--Heaven's peace be with her!--and never can I catch
her; I am always running after her--but cannot catch her. But last
night--I dreamed--she was standing, as it were, before me, half-turned
away, and laughing.... I ran up to her at once and caught her ... and she
seemed to turn round quite and said to me: "Well, Vassinka, now you
have caught me."'

'What do you conclude from that, Vassily Fomitch?'

'Why, sir, I conclude: it has come, that we shall be together. And glory
to God for it, I tell you; glory be to God Almighty, the Father, the
Son, and the Holy Ghost (the brigadier fell into a chant): as it was in
the beginning, is now and ever shall be, Amen!'

The brigadier began crossing himself. I could get nothing more out of
him, so I went away.

XV

The next day my friend arrived.... I mentioned the brigadier, and my
visits to him....

'Oh yes! of course! I know his story,' answered my friend; 'I know
Madame Lomov very well, the privy councillor's widow, by whose favour he
obtained a home here. Oh, wait a minute; I believe there must be
preserved here his letter to the privy councillor's widow; it was on the
strength of that letter that she assigned him his little cot.' My friend
rummaged among his papers and actually found the brigadier's letter.
Here it is word for word, with the omission of the mistakes in spelling.
The brigadier, like every one of his epoch, was a little hazy in that
respect. But to preserve these errors seemed unnecessary; his letter
bears the stamp of his age without them.

'HONOURED MADAM, RAÏSSA PAVLOVNA!--On the decease of my friend, and your
aunt, I had the happiness of addressing to you two letters, the first on
the first of June, the second on the sixth of July of the year 1815,
while she expired on the sixth of May in that year; in them I discovered
to you the feelings of my soul and of my heart, which were crushed under
deadly wrongs, and they reflected in full my bitter despair, in truth
deserving of commiseration; both letters were despatched by the imperial
mail registered, and hence I cannot conceive that they have not been
perused by your eye. By the genuine candour of my letters, I had counted
upon winning your benevolent attention; but the compassionate feelings
of your heart were far removed from me in my woe! Left on the loss of my
one only friend, Agrippina Ivanovna, in the most distressed and
poverty-stricken circumstances, I rested, by her instructions, all my
hopes on your bounty; she, aware of her end approaching, said to me in
these words, as it were from the grave, and never can I forget them: "My
friend, I have been your serpent, and am guilty of all your unhappiness.
I feel how much you have sacrificed for me, and in return I leave you in
a disastrous and truly destitute situation; on my death have recourse to
Raïssa Pavlovna"--that is, to you--"and implore her aid, invite her
succour! She has a feeling heart, and I have confidence in her, that she
will not leave you forlorn." Honoured madam, let me call to witness the
all-high Creator of the world that those were her words, and I am
speaking with her tongue; and, therefore, trusting firmly in your
goodness, to you first of all I addressed myself with my open-hearted
and candid letters; but after protracted expectation, receiving no reply
to them, I could not conceive otherwise than that your benevolent heart
had left me without attention! Such your unfavourable disposition
towards me, reduced me to the depths of despair--whither, and to whom,
was I to turn in my misfortune I knew not; my soul was troubled, my
intellect went astray; at last, for the completion of my ruin, it
pleased Providence to chastise me in a still more cruel manner, and to
turn my thoughts to your deceased aunt, Fedulia Ivanovna, sister of
Agrippina Ivanovna, one in blood, but not one in heart! Having present
to myself, before my mind's eye, that I had been for twenty years
devoted to the whole family of your kindred, the Lomovs, especially to
Fedulia Ivanovna, who never called Agrippina Ivanovna otherwise than "my
heart's precious treasure," and me "the most honoured and zealous friend
of our family"; picturing all the above, among abundant tears and sighs
in the stillness of sorrowful night watches, I thought: "Come,
brigadier! so, it seems, it is to be!" and, addressing myself by letter
to the said Fedulia Ivanovna, I received a positive assurance that she
would share her last crumb with me! The presents sent on by me, more
than five hundred roubles' worth in value, were accepted with supreme
satisfaction; and afterwards the money too which I brought with me for
my maintenance, Fedulia Ivanovna was pleased, on the pretext of guarding
it, to take into her care, to the which, to gratify her, I offered no
opposition.

If you ask me whence, and on what ground I conceived such confidence--to
the above, madam, there is but one reply: she was sister of Agrippina
Ivanovna, and a member of the Lomov family! But alas and alas! all the
money aforesaid I was very soon deprived of, and the hopes which I had
rested on Fedulia Ivanovna--that she would share her last crumb with
me--turned out to be empty and vain; on the contrary, the said Fedulia
Ivanovna enriched herself with my property. To wit, on her saint's day,
the fifth of February, I brought her fifty roubles' worth of green
French material, at five roubles the yard; I myself received of all that
was promised five roubles' worth of white piqué for a waistcoat and a
muslin handkerchief for my neck, which gifts were purchased in my
presence, as I was aware, with my own money--and that was all that I
profited by Fedulia Ivanovna's bounty! So much for the last crumb! And I
could further, in all sincerity, disclose the malignant doings of
Fedulia Ivanovna to me; and also my expenses, exceeding all reason, as,
among the rest, for sweetmeats and fruits, of which Fedulia Ivanovna was
exceedingly fond;--but upon all this I am silent, that you may not take
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