With a powerful and unexpected turn of his blade, Vasíly knocked the sword from Pável Afanásievitch's hand.
"Marry, brother,"—he said to him.—"Stop being a fool!"
"I will not marry!"—whispered Rogatchyóff, closed his eyes, and trembled all over.
Afanásy Lúkitch began to pound on the door of the arbour.
"Thou wilt not?"—shouted Vasíly.
Rogatchyóff shook his head in the negative.
"Well, then, the devil take thee!"
Poor Pável Afanásievitch fell dead: Lutchínoff's sword had pierced his heart.... The door burst open, old Rogatchyóff rushed into the arbour, but Vasíly had already managed to spring out of the window...
Two hours later, he entered Olga Ivánovna's room... She darted to meet him in affright.... He silently bowed to her, drew out his sword, and pierced Pável Afanásievitch's portrait at the place of the heart. Olga shrieked, and fell senseless on the floor.... Vasíly directed his steps to Anna Pávlovna. He found her in the room of the holy pictures.
"Mamma,"—he said,—"we are avenged."