Malanya Sergyevna could not keep him; she meant too little to him.

Even her fondest hopes came to nothing; her husband considered that it was much more suitable to intrust Fedya's education to Glafira.

Ivan Petrovitch's poor wife could not bear this blow, she could not bear a second separation; in a few days, without a murmur, she quietly passed away.

All her life she had never been able to oppose anything, and she did not struggle against her illness.

When she could no longer speak, when the shadows of death were already on her face, her features expressed, as of old, bewildered resignation and constant, uncomplaining meekness; with the same dumb submissiveness she looked at Glafira, and just as Anna Pavlovna kissed her husband's hand on her deathbed, she kissed Glafira's, commending to her, to Glafira, her only son.