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He is as if born again, as if called back to life!" He stopped confused before her. "Knowest what? Let mother run for a pate de foie gras, and a bottle of liqueur." Mother Clemens dropped back to the wall. "Jesus of Nazareth! Hast thou gone mad, Tulek? Berek Shyldman thy furniture " "What do I care for Berek Shyldman!
So wise, yet so stupid ha! ha! ha!" Sneering, vengeful laughter contorted Kranitski's face, the red spots spread over his brows and covered half of his forehead, which was drawn now into thick wrinkles. "Do not vex yourself, Tulek, do not vex yourself, you will be ill," urged widow Clemens; but once his confessions were begun he went on with them. "For a year or more there was nothing between us.
"Tulek, let heaven alone! To mix up such things with heaven Arabian adventure!" "Are you a priest, mother? I tell you of my own suffering and the suffering of that noble, sweet being " In the antechamber, the door of which widow Clemens, in returning from the city, had not locked, was heard stamping, and the youthful voice of a man called: "Is your master at home?"
What are you weaving, mother? You know nothing. Love is never an offense. Ils ont peche, mais le ceil est un don." "You are mad, Tulek! Am I some madam that you must speak French to me?" Still he finished: "Ils ont souffert, c'est le sceau du pardon. I will translate this for thee: They have sinned, but heaven is a gift -They have suffered; suffering is the seal of pardon."
All that I have I will give, and I will drag thee out of this hell. Oh, Arabian adventure! If this lasts longer, thou wilt lose the last of thy health; thou wilt go deeper in debt, and die in a hospital. Tulek, dost thou hear what I say? Why not answer?" And since he made no answer even then, she continued: "But rememberest thou that Lipovka grove beyond the yard? It is there yet.
It was the end of an autumn day, twilight had begun to come down on the yard in Lipovka, and the linden grove, in a black line, cut through the evening ruddiness glowing in the western heavens. Widow Clemens, with her eyes fixed on the grove and the red of evening, said: "Oi! Tulek, Tulek! how will this be?
Then she drew her bench up still nearer, and, with her hand in the stocking-foot, touched Kranitski's arm, and whispered: "Say no more, Tulek; despair not! Let God up there judge her and you. He is a strict judge, but merciful! I am sorry for you, but also for her, poor thing! What is to be done? The heart is not stone, man is not an angel! Only drive off despair!
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