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'They will be? soil of our country! force of the black earth! thou hast said: they will be. Look, I will write down your words. But why are you putting out the candle? 'I'm going to sleep; good-bye. Shubin had spoken truly. The unexpected news of Elena's marriage nearly killed Anna Vassilyevna. She took to her bed.
She poured out tea in Zoya's place, jested, chattered; she knew Shubin would be watching her, that Insarov was incapable of wearing a mask, and incapable of appearing indifferent, and she had prepared herself beforehand. She was not mistaken; Shubin never took his eyes off her, and Insarov was very silent and gloomy the whole evening.
'To his own country, to Bulgaria. 'To the Turks! cried Anna Vassilyevna and fell into a swoon. Elena ran to her mother. 'Away! clamoured Nikolai Artemyevitch, seizing his daughter by the arm, 'away, unworthy girl! But at that instant the door of the room opened, and a pale face with glittering eyes appeared: it was the face of Shubin.
And allow me to inquire, if that's your bent of mind, why do you attack Zoya? With her it would be peculiarly suitable to talk of frills and roses? Shubin suddenly fired up, and rose from the garden seat. 'So that's it? he began in a nervous voice. 'I understand your hint; you want to send me away to her, Elena Nikolaevna. In other words, I'm not wanted here.
Happiness! happiness! as long as life is not over, as long as we have the use of all our limbs, as long as we are going up, not down, hill! Damn it all! pursued Shubin with sudden vehemence, 'we are young, and neither fools nor monsters; we will conquer happiness for ourselves! He shook his curls, and turned a confident almost challenging glance upwards to the sky.
Elena unfortunately doesn't understand how natural such contradictions are. Shubin suddenly burst into tears, turned away, and dropping upon the ground clutched at his hair. Bersenyev went up to him. 'Pavel, he began, 'what childishness this is! Really! what's the matter with you to-day? God knows what nonsense you have got into your head, and you are crying.
... Paul shuts himself up, Andrei Petrovitch has taken to coming less often.... poor fellow! I fancy he... But that can never be, though. I like talking to Andrei Petrovitch; never a word of self, always of something sensible, useful. Very different from Shubin. Shubin's as fine as a butterfly, and admires his own finery; which butterflies don't do.
For that's nerves and education and lofty aspirations, and all that is not in my line. But Mr. Shubin... admitting he's a wonderful artist quite exceptional that, I don't dispute; to show want of respect to his elder, a man to whom, at any rate, one may say he is under great obligation; that I confess, dans mon gros bon sens, I cannot pass over.
He took one glass, and gave the other two to Elena and Insarov, who by now was seated beside hen 'God give you began Nikolai Artemyevitch, and he could not go on: he drank off the wine; they, too, drank off their glasses. 'Now you should drink, gentlemen, he added, turning to Shubin and Bersenyev, but at that instant the driver started the horses. Nikolai Artemyevitch ran beside the sledge.
'Sh Shubin cut him short; 'I have come to you in secret, as Max went to Agatha I absolutely must say a few words to you alone. 'Come into the room then. 'No, that's not necessary, replied Shubin, and he leaned his elbows on the window-sill, 'it's better fun like this, more as if we were in Spain. To begin with, I congratulate you, you're at a premium now.
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