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Sanin was just going to get off his horse to pick up the hat, but she shouted to him, 'Don't touch it, I'll get it myself, bent low down from the saddle, hooked the handle of her whip into the veil, and actually did get the hat. She put it on her head, but did not fasten up her hair, and again darted off, positively holloaing.
'You will have time though, the girl rejoined eagerly. 'Come to us in an hour's time to drink a cup of chocolate with us. You promise? I must go back to him! You will come? What could Sanin do? 'I will come, he replied. The beautiful girl pressed his hand, fluttered away, and he found himself in the street.
'Since you are here and obliged to sit with me, instead of enjoying the society of your betrothed don't turn away your eyes and get cross I understand you, and have promised already to let you go to the other end of the earth but now hear my confession. Do you care to know what I like more than anything? 'Freedom, hazarded Sanin. Maria Nikolaevna laid her hand on his hand.
Turgenev's Bazarov and Artsybashev's Sanin indicate the ardent revolt against the national masculine temperament; like true Slavs, they go clear to the other extreme, and bring resolution to a reductio ad absurdum; for your true Russian knows no middle course, being entirely without the healthy moderation of the Anglo-Saxon. The great Turgenev realised his own likeness to Rudin. Mrs.
'A quarter to seven; it's a two hours' drive to Hanau, and we must be the first on the field. Russians are always beforehand with their enemies! I have engaged the best carriage in Frankfort! Sanin began washing. 'And where are the pistols? 'That ferroflucto Tedesco will bring the pistols. He'll bring a doctor too.
'Pantaleone! Sanin whispered to the old man; 'if ... if I'm killed anything may happen take out of my side pocket a paper there's a flower wrapped up in it and give the paper to Signorina Gemma. Do you hear? You promise? The old man looked dejectedly at him, and nodded his head affirmatively.... But God knows whether he understood what Sanin was asking him to do.
He proposed a game of tresette, and he could have thought of nothing better. She agreed at once and seemed to get more cheerful. Sanin played with her until dinner-time and after dinner Pantaleone too took a hand in the game. Never had his topknot hung so low over his forehead, never had his chin retreated so far into his cravat!
Sanin was especially struck that day by the exquisite beauty of her hands; when she smoothed and put back her dark, glossy tresses he could not take his eyes off her long supple fingers, held slightly apart from one another like the hand of Raphael's Fornarina.
This miserable partie de plaisir came to an end at last. As he helped Gemma out of the carriage at the confectionery shop, Sanin without a word put into her hand the rose he had recovered. She flushed crimson, pressed his hand, and instantly hid the rose. He did not want to go into the house, though the evening was only just beginning. She did not even invite him.
'The humblest French actor in the humblest little provincial town acts better and more naturally than the highest German celebrity, she cried in indignation; and she moved away and sat down in the little room at the back. 'Come here, she said to Sanin, patting the sofa beside her. 'Let's talk. Sanin obeyed. Maria Nikolaevna glanced at him. 'Ah, I see you're as soft as silk!
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