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When Raisky called him he came towards him with slow steps. "Tell Marina to let me know when Vera Vassilievna is dressed." "Marina is not here." "Where is she?" "She started at dawn to accompany the young lady over the Volga." "What young lady, Vera Vassilievna?" "Yes." "How did they go, and with whom?" "In the brichka, with the dun horse. They will return in the evening," he added.
"It is a beautiful place," admitted Raisky, "but the view, the river bank, the hills, the forest all these things would became tedious if they were not inhabited by living creatures which share our feelings and exchange ideas with us." She was silent. "Vera!" said Raisky after a pause. "Ah!" she said, as if she had only just heard his remarks, "I don't live alone; Grandmother, Marfinka...."
Marfinka stood still, betraying in her confusion a certain curiosity. She wore lace at her neck and wrists; her hair was plaited firmly around her head and the waist of her barege dress encircled by a blue ribbon. Raisky threw down his napkin, and jumped up, to stand before her in admiration. "How lovely," he cried. "This is my little sister, Marfa Vassilievna. And is the goose still alive?"
And now kiss me, and we will give one another full liberty." "What a strange boy? Do you hear, Tiet Nikonich, what nonsense he talks." On that evening Tatiana Markovna and Raisky concluded, if not peace, at least a truce. She was assured that Boris loved and esteemed her; she was, in truth, easily convinced.
These were the thoughts that passed through Vera's mind while Tatiana Markovna and Raisky were accompanying their guests and Marfinka as far as the Volga. What was the Wolf doing now? was he enjoying his triumph?
Without taking any heed of Raisky, he changed his trousers and sat down with his feet drawn up under him in the great armchair, so that his knees were on a level with his face, and he supported his bearded chin upon them. Raisky observed him silently.
"You must assuredly be bored?" "I try to amuse myself," he said, pouring out a glass for himself and emptying it. "Drink," he said, pushing a glass towards Raisky. Raisky drank slowly, not from inclination, but out of politeness to his guest. "It must be essential for you to do something, and yet you appear to do nothing?" "And what do you do?" "I told you I am an artist."
Koslov on his side was devoted to Raisky, whose vivacious temperament could not be permanently bound by anything. The outcome was the great gift of an intimate friendship. In summer Raisky liked to explore the neighbourhood of Moscow.
His heart beat faster, and his knees trembled so that he had to steady himself by the bench to keep from falling. She came slowly nearer, with her bowed head wrapped in a dark mantilla, held in place over her breast by her pale hands, and walked into the porch without seeing him. Raisky sprang from his place of observation, and hid himself under her window.
"To-day, I believe it," agreed Raisky to the terror and agitation of the company. Most of the officials present escaped to the hall, and stood near the door listening. "How so," asked Niel Andreevich haughtily. "Because you have just insulted a lady." "You hear, Tatiana Markovna." "Boris Pavlovich, Borushka," she said, seeking to restrain him.
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