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An account of the book and its author is here reprinted at the end of the tale, as originally given by the translator. To this account one or two notes may be added. Louis Charles Adelaide de Chamisso de Boncourt was born on the 27th of January, 1781, at the Chateau of Boncourt, in Champagne, which he made the subject of one of his most beautiful lyrics.
At first, at the word 'love, Mlle, Boncourt started, and pricked up her eyes like an old war-horse at the sound of the trumpet; but afterwards she had grown used to it, and now only pursed up her lips and took snuff at intervals. 'It seems to me, said Natalya timidly, 'that the tragic in love is unrequited love.
'Why is it we have not seen Sergei Pavlitch for so long? he asked suddenly. Natalya blushed, and bent her head over her embroidery frame. 'I don't know, she murmured. 'What a splendid, generous fellow he is! Rudin declared, standing up. 'It is one of the best types of a Russian gentleman. Mlle, Boncourt gave him a sidelong look out of her little French eyes. Rudin walked up and down the room.
I absolutely must see you alone if only for a minute. He turned to Mlle, Boncourt 'Here, he said to her, 'this is the article you were looking for, and again bending towards Natalya, he added in a whisper, 'Try to be near the terrace in the lilac arbour about ten o'clock; I will wait for you. Pigasov was the hero of the evening. Rudin left him in possession of the field.
Adalbert von Chamisso, a German lyric poet and scientist, was born on January 30, 1781, at the Castle of Boncourt, in the Champagne district of France. His parents emigrated in 1790, and in 1796 he became page to the Queen of Prussia. Two years afterwards he entered the army, which he left in 1806 to go to France, returning to Berlin in the following year.
'Qu'a-vez-vous? Mlle, Boncourt would ask her, and then she would begin to scold her, saying that it was improper for a young girl to be absorbed and to appear absent-minded. But Natalya was not absent-minded; on the contrary, she studied diligently; she read and worked eagerly.
Volintsev turned into the thickest part of the garden with Natalya and Mlle. Boncourt. He walked beside Natalya in silence. Mlle. Boncourt followed a little behind. 'What have you been doing to-day? asked Volintsev at last, pulling the ends of his handsome dark brown moustache.
Boncourt When she met him at the dinner-table she looked at him so mournfully that his heart sank. Her face was changed as though a load of sorrow had descended upon her since the day before. Rudin began to be oppressed by a vague presentiment of trouble.
'You know, continued Sergei Pavlitch after a long pause, 'that not such things.... But why am I saying this? you know everything, of course. At that instant a bell rang in the house. 'Ah! la cloche du diner! cried Mlle. Boncourt, 'rentrons.
This outburst horrified Mlle, Boncourt, who in spite of her forty years' residence in Russia understood Russian with difficulty, and was only moved to admiration by the splendid rapidity and flow of words on Rudin's lips.
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