Pyetushkov Author:Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev A cold shudder ran over Pyetushkov. At last, towards evening, Vassilissa made her appearance. This was all he was waiting for. Majestically Pyetushkov rose from his seat, folded his arms, scowled menacingly. But Vassilissa looked him boldly in the face, laughed impudently, and before he could utter a single word she went quickly into her own roo... more »m, and locked herself in.« less