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How is Masha Mironova’s character revealed during her meeting with the Empress?

The next day early in the morning Marya Ivanovna I woke up, got dressed and quietly went into the garden. The morning was beautiful, the sun illuminated the tops of the linden trees, which had already turned yellow under the fresh breath of autumn. The wide lake shone motionless. The awakened swans swam importantly from under the bushes that shaded the shore. Marya Ivanovna walked near a beautiful meadow, where a monument had just been erected in honor of the recent victories of Count Pyotr Alexandrovich Rumyantsev. All of a sudden white dog the English breed barked and ran towards her. Marya Ivanovna got scared and stopped. At that very moment there was a pleasant female voice: “Don’t be afraid, she won’t bite.” And Marya Ivanovna saw a lady sitting on a bench opposite the monument. Marya Ivanovna sat down at the other end of the bench. The lady looked at her intently; and Marya Ivanovna, for her part, casting several indirect glances, managed to examine her from head to toe. She was in a white morning dress, a nightcap and a shower jacket. She seemed to be about forty years old. Her face, plump and rosy, expressed importance and calmness, and Blue eyes and the light smile had an inexplicable charm. The lady was the first to break the silence: “You’re probably not from here?” “- she said. “Exactly so, sir: I just arrived from the provinces yesterday.” “Did you come with your family?” “No, sir.” I came alone. – Alone! But you are still so young. - I have neither father nor mother. - Are you here, of course, on some business? - Exactly so, sir. I came to submit a request to the Empress. “You are an orphan: perhaps you are complaining about injustice and insult?” “No, sir.” I came to ask for mercy, not justice. - Let me ask, who are you? - I am the daughter of Captain Mironov. - Captain Mironov! the same one who was the commandant in one of the Orenburg fortresses? - Exactly so, sir. The lady seemed to be touched. “Excuse me,” she said in an even more affectionate voice, “if I interfere in your affairs; but I am at court; Explain to me what your request is, and maybe I will be able to help you.” Marya Ivanovna stood up and thanked her respectfully. Everything about the unknown lady involuntarily attracted the heart and inspired confidence. Marya Ivanovna took a folded paper out of her pocket and handed it to her unfamiliar patron, who began to read it to herself. At first she read it with an attentive and supportive look; but suddenly her face changed - and Marya Ivanovna, who followed all her movements with her eyes, was frightened by the stern expression of this face, so pleasant and calm for a minute. - Are you asking for Grinev? - said the lady with a cold look. “The Empress cannot forgive him.” He accosted the impostor not out of ignorance and gullibility, but as an immoral and harmful scoundrel. “Oh, that’s not true!” - Marya Ivanovna cried out. “How untrue!” - the lady objected, flushing all over. - It’s not true, by God it’s not true! I know everything, I will tell you everything. For me alone, he was exposed to everything that befell him. And if he did not justify himself before the court, it was only because he did not want to confuse me. Here she eagerly told everything that my reader already knew. The lady listened to her with attention. "Where are you staying?" - she asked later; and hearing what Anna Vlasyevna had, said with a smile: “Ah! I know. Goodbye, don't tell anyone about our meeting. I hope that you will not wait long for an answer to your letter.” With these words, she stood up and entered the covered alley, and Marya Ivanovna returned to Anna Vlasyevna, filled with joyful hope. (A.S. Pushkin, “The Captain’s Daughter”)

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During the meeting with the Empress, the daughter of Captain Mironov no longer appears as the modest and shy girl that readers are accustomed to seeing on the pages of the novel. She is ready to fight for the fate of her lover, to do everything to save him from shame and exile.

The next day, early in the morning, Marya Ivanovna woke up, got dressed and quietly went into the garden. The morning was beautiful, the sun illuminated the tops of the linden trees, which had already turned yellow under the fresh breath of autumn. The wide lake shone motionless. The awakened swans swam importantly from under the bushes that shaded the shore. Marya Ivanovna walked near a beautiful meadow, where a monument had just been erected in honor of the recent victories of Count Pyotr Alexandrovich Rumyantsev. Suddenly a white dog of the English breed barked and ran towards her. Marya Ivanovna got scared and stopped. At that very moment a pleasant female voice rang out: “Don’t be afraid, she won’t bite.” And Marya Ivanovna saw a lady sitting on a bench opposite the monument. Marya Ivanovna sat down at the other end of the bench. The lady looked at her intently; and Marya Ivanovna, for her part, casting several indirect glances, managed to examine her from head to toe. She was in a white morning dress, a nightcap and a shower jacket. She seemed to be about forty years old. Her face, full and rosy, expressed importance and calmness, and her blue eyes and light smile had an inexplicable charm. The lady was the first to break the silence.

-You're not from here, are you? - she said.

- Exactly so, sir: I just arrived from the provinces yesterday.

– Did you come with your family?

- No way, sir. I came alone.

- One! But you are still so young.

– I have neither father nor mother.

- You are here, of course, on some business?

- Exactly so, sir. I came to submit a request to the Empress.

– You are an orphan: probably you complain about injustice and insult?

- No way, sir. I came to ask for mercy, not justice.

- Let me ask, who are you?

– I am the daughter of Captain Mironov.

- Captain Mironov! the same one who was the commandant in one of the Orenburg fortresses?

- Exactly so, sir.

The lady seemed touched. “Excuse me,” she said in an even more affectionate voice, “if I interfere in your affairs; but I am at court; Explain to me what your request is, and maybe I will be able to help you.”

Marya Ivanovna stood up and thanked her respectfully. Everything about the unknown lady involuntarily attracted the heart and inspired confidence. Marya Ivanovna took a folded paper out of her pocket and handed it to her unfamiliar patron, who began to read it to herself.

At first she read with an attentive and supportive look; but suddenly her face changed, and Marya Ivanovna, who followed all her movements with her eyes, was frightened by the stern expression of this face, so pleasant and calm for a minute.

-Are you asking for Grinev? - said the lady with a cold look. “The Empress cannot forgive him.” He stuck to the impostor not out of ignorance and gullibility, but as an immoral and harmful scoundrel.

- Oh, that’s not true! - Marya Ivanovna screamed.

- How untrue! - the lady objected, flushing all over.

- It’s not true, by God it’s not true! I know everything, I will tell you everything. For me alone, he was exposed to everything that befell him. And if he did not justify himself before the court, it was only because he did not want to confuse me. Here she eagerly told everything that my reader already knew.

The lady listened to her with attention. "Where are you staying?" - she asked later; and hearing what Anna Vlasyevna had, said with a smile: “Ah! I know. Goodbye, don't tell anyone about our meeting. I hope that you will not wait long for an answer to your letter."

With this word, she stood up and entered the covered alley, and Marya Ivanovna returned to Anna Vlasyevna, filled with joyful hope.

(A.S. Pushkin, “The Captain’s Daughter”)

This unexpected blow almost killed my father. He lost his usual firmness, and his grief (usually silent) poured out in bitter complaints. "How! - he repeated, losing his temper. “My son participated in Pugachev’s plans!” Good God, what have I lived to see! The Empress spares him from execution! Does this make it any easier for me? It is not the execution that is terrible: my ancestor died on frontal place, defending what he considered sacred in his conscience; my father suffered along with Volynsky and Khrushchev. But for a nobleman to betray his oath, to unite with robbers, with murderers, with runaway slaves!.. Shame and disgrace to our family!..” Frightened by his despair, his mother did not dare cry in front of him and tried to restore his cheerfulness, talking about the untruthfulness of the rumor, about the unsteadiness human opinion. My father was inconsolable.

Marya Ivanovna suffered more than anyone. Being sure that I could justify myself whenever I wanted, she guessed the truth and considered herself to be the culprit of my misfortune. She hid her tears and suffering from everyone and meanwhile constantly thought about ways to save me.

One evening the priest was sitting on the sofa, turning over the sheets of the Court Calendar; but his thoughts were far away, and reading did not produce its usual effect on him. He whistled an old march. Mother silently knitted a woolen sweatshirt, and tears occasionally dripped onto her work. Suddenly Marya Ivanovna, who was sitting right there at work, announced that necessity was forcing her to go to St. Petersburg and that she was asking for a way to go. Mother was very upset. “Why do you need to go to St. Petersburg? - she said. “Do you really want to leave us, Marya Ivanovna?” Marya Ivanovna answered that all future destiny she depends on this journey that she goes to seek protection and help from strong people, as the daughter of a man who suffered for his fidelity.

My father lowered his head: every word reminiscent of his son’s imaginary crime was painful to him and seemed like a caustic reproach. “Go, mother! - he told her with a sigh. “We don’t want to interfere with your happiness.” May God bless you kind person, not a defamed traitor." He stood up and left the room.

Marya Ivanovna, left alone with her mother, partially explained her assumptions to her. Mother hugged her with tears and prayed to God for a successful end to her planned business. Marya Ivanovna was equipped, and a few days later she set off on the road with the faithful Palash and with the faithful Savelich, who, forcibly separated from me, was consoled at least by the thought that he was serving my betrothed bride.

Marya Ivanovna arrived safely in Sofia and, having learned at the post office that the Court was at that time in Tsarskoe Selo, she decided to stop here. She was given a corner behind a partition. The caretaker's wife immediately started talking to her, announced that she was the niece of the court stoker, and initiated her into all the mysteries of court life. She told what time the empress usually woke up, ate coffee, and took a walk; what nobles were with her at that time; that she deigned to talk at her table yesterday, who she received in the evening - in a word, Anna Vlasyevna’s conversation was worth several pages of historical notes and would be precious for posterity. Marya Ivanovna listened to her with attention. They went to the garden. Anna Vlasyevna told the story of each alley and each bridge, and, having walked around, they returned to the station very pleased with each other.

The next day, early in the morning, Marya Ivanovna woke up, got dressed and quietly went into the garden. The morning was beautiful, the sun illuminated the tops of the linden trees, which had already turned yellow under the fresh breath of autumn. The wide lake shone motionless. The awakened swans swam importantly from under the bushes that shaded the shore. Marya Ivanovna walked near a beautiful meadow, where a monument had just been erected in honor of the recent victories of Count Pyotr Alexandrovich Rumyantsev. Suddenly a white dog of the English breed barked and ran towards her. Marya Ivanovna got scared and stopped. At that very moment a pleasant female voice rang out: “Don’t be afraid, she won’t bite.” And Marya Ivanovna saw a lady sitting on a bench opposite the monument. Marya Ivanovna sat down at the other end of the bench. The lady looked at her intently; and Marya Ivanovna, for her part, casting several indirect glances, managed to examine her from head to toe. She was in a white morning dress, a nightcap and a shower jacket. She seemed to be about forty years old. Her face, plump and rosy, expressed importance and calmness, and her blue eyes and light smile had an inexplicable charm. The lady was the first to break the silence.

My father lowered his head: every word reminiscent of his son’s imaginary crime was painful to him and seemed like a caustic reproach. “Go, mother! - he told her with a sigh. - We don’t want to interfere with your happiness. May God give you a good man as your groom, not a defamed traitor.” He stood up and left the room.

Marya Ivanovna, left alone with her mother, partially explained her assumptions to her. Mother hugged her with tears and prayed to God for a successful end to her planned business. Marya Ivanovna was equipped, and a few days later she set off on the road with the faithful Palash and with the faithful Savelich, who, forcibly separated from me, was consoled at least by the thought that he was serving my betrothed bride.

Marya Ivanovna arrived safely in Sofia and, having learned at the post office that the Court was at that time in Tsarskoye Selo, she decided to stop here. She was given a corner behind a partition. The caretaker's wife immediately started talking to her, announced that she was the niece of the court stoker, and initiated her into all the mysteries of court life. She told what time the empress usually woke up, ate coffee, and took a walk; what nobles were with her at that time; that she deigned to speak at her table yesterday, who she received in the evening - in a word, Anna Vlasyevna’s conversation was worth several pages of historical notes and would be precious for posterity. Marya Ivanovna listened to her with attention. They went to the garden. Anna Vlasyevna told the story of each alley and each bridge, and, having walked around, they returned to the station very pleased with each other.

The next day, early in the morning, Marya Ivanovna woke up, got dressed and quietly went into the garden. The morning was beautiful, the sun illuminated the tops of the linden trees, which had already turned yellow under the fresh breath of autumn. The wide lake shone motionless. The awakened swans swam importantly from under the bushes that shaded the shore. Marya Ivanovna walked near a beautiful meadow, where a monument had just been erected in honor of the recent victories of Count Pyotr Alexandrovich Rumyantsev. Suddenly a white dog of the English breed barked and ran towards her. Marya Ivanovna got scared and stopped. At that very moment a pleasant female voice rang out: “Don’t be afraid, she won’t bite.” And Marya Ivanovna saw a lady sitting on a bench opposite the monument. Marya Ivanovna sat down at the other end of the bench. The lady looked at her intently; and Marya Ivanovna, for her part, casting several indirect glances, managed to examine her from head to toe. She was in a white morning dress, a nightcap and a shower jacket. She seemed to be about forty years old. Her face, plump and rosy, expressed importance and calmness, and her blue eyes and light smile had an inexplicable charm. The lady was the first to break the silence.

You're not from here, are you? - she said.

Exactly so, sir: I just arrived from the provinces yesterday.

Did you come with your family?

No way, sir. I came alone.

One! But you are still so young.

I have neither father nor mother.

You are here, of course, on some business?

Exactly so, sir. I came to submit a request to the Empress.

You are an orphan: perhaps you complain about injustice and insult?

No way, sir. I came to ask for mercy, not justice.

Let me ask, who are you?

I am the daughter of Captain Mironov.

Captain Mironov! the same one who was the commandant in one of the Orenburg fortresses?

Exactly so, sir.

The lady seemed touched. “Excuse me,” she said in an even more affectionate voice, “if I interfere in your affairs; but I am at court; Explain to me what your request is, and maybe I will be able to help you.”

Marya Ivanovna stood up and thanked her respectfully. Everything about the unknown lady involuntarily attracted the heart and inspired confidence. Marya Ivanovna took a folded paper out of her pocket and handed it to her unfamiliar patron, who began to read it to herself.