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But Elisaveta walked rapidly towards the door leading to the garden. Elena overtook her, and grumbled: "Why are you running? Here is a bench; let's rest here." Trirodov met them in the garden just outside the greenhouse. His manner of addressing them was simple and direct. "I believe," he began, "that you are interested in this house and its owner.
Trirodov had found this place for himself and Elisaveta. More than once they came here together to read, to talk, and to sit a while at the moss-covered stone, out of which, like a strange corporeal ghost, grew up all awry a slender quaking ash.
Their cooled legs felt for some time afterwards the sensation of the water's loving caresses. Just as the running water falls in love with all beauty that is immersed in it, so Elena fell in love with all that her vision evoked for her. Most of all her love was directed towards Piotr. His love for Elisaveta wounded her with a sweet pain.
His capricious imagination had taken this dark earth for its material, and out of this dark, sinful earth he grew these strange black maples and these mighty black poplars and these twittering birds in the bushes and us." Elisaveta looked at him in astonishment and said with a smile: "I hope that the novel will be interesting and beautiful. Let it even end in death!
And they left the naked bodies sprawling helplessly on the rough grasses. The rapid, noiseless movements of the quiet boys put Elisaveta into a mood verging on oblivion, half painful and half sweet. What happened in that thicket seemed like a heavy and incredible dream to Elisaveta a sudden and cruel whim of the undependable Aisa.
Many men entered, making a loud noise with their boots first a police official, then another, then a detective in gold-rimmed spectacles, a house-porter, another house-porter, a muzhik, a policeman, another muzhik, another house-porter. More and more came; they filled the room, and still they came huge, moody, silent fellows. Elisaveta felt it stifling; she awoke.
There was an aroma strange, sad, and exotic. The fragrance increased, became more and more languorous. It made the head dizzy and the heart ready to faint with a sweetness not free from pain. It seemed an incredibly long way. Their legs now moved more slowly. The stone floor was cruelly hard. "It's almost impossible to walk," whispered Elisaveta.
Elisaveta and Alkina managed to escape the first ring together. But they could hear all around them the cries of the Cossacks. They paused and pressed close to an old oak, not knowing which way to turn. They were joined by Trirodov. "Follow me," he said to them; "I think I can find a less dangerous place." "What has become of our invited speaker?" asked Alkina.
She was amazed at herself for uttering the word "first," as there had been only one; and her face became suffused slowly with pink. Trirodov fell into thought; he appeared not to have heard her question, and was silent. Elisaveta did not repeat it.
Stchemilov's loud voice rang out: "Comrades, attention. I propose comrade Abram as chairman." "Agreed, agreed," came suppressed voices from every side. Comrade Abram took his place on a high stump of a hewn-down tree. The speeches began. Elisaveta was nervous until it came her turn to speak. She was troubled with pain and fear because she knew that Trirodov would hear her.
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