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Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Alexai! What is the matter with you?" Mariana asked. He took her tiny, strong hand from his shoulder and kissed it for the first time. Mariana laughed softly, surprised that such a thing should have occurred to him. She in her turn became pensive. "Did Markelov show you Valentina Mihailovna's letter?" she asked at last. "Yes, he did."
A year after I quarrelled with this same friend, and in his farewell letter to me he wrote, 'You who killed your own uncle! You who were not ashamed to insult an honourable lady by sitting with your back to her, and so on and so on. Here are friends for you!" Ostrodumov and Mashurina exchanged glances. "Alexai Dmitritch!"
She became confused and blushed again. Solomin, too, was ashamed of what she had read in his face and began talking louder than was his wont. "Well, well, Mariana, and so you have made a beginning." "What sort of beginning, Vassily Fedotitch? Do you call this a beginning? Alexai was right. It's as if we were acting a farce." Solomin sat down again.
Mariana turned round suddenly, stopped in the middle of the path with her face about a yard from Nejdanov's, and looked straight into his eyes. "Alexai Dmitritch," she said, "please don't think my aunt is a bad woman. She is not. She is deceitful all over, she's an actress, a poser she wants everyone to bow down before her as a beauty and worship her as a saint!
And what's the use of deceiving oneself? No I don't believe in the cause itself. And you, Mariana, do you believe in it?" Mariana sat up straight and raised her head. "Yes, I do, Alexai. I believe in it with all the strength of my soul, and will devote my whole life to it, to the last breath!" Nejdanov turned towards her and looked at her enviously, with a tender light in his eyes.
The visitor bowed from the waist, drew a chair to himself, but did not sit down, as every one else was standing. He merely gazed around the room with his bright though half-closed eyes. "Goodbye, Alexai Dmitritch," Mashurina exclaimed suddenly. "I will come again presently." "And I too," Ostrodumov added.
"Some sort of female is asking for Alexai Dmitritch," Tatiana replied, laughing and gesticulating with her hands. "I said that there was no such person living here, that we did not know him at all, when she " "Who is she?" "Why the female of course.
Paklin made a sad grimace, and pointed to his scraggy, crippled legs. "Now do I look like a warrior, my dear Alexai Dmitritch? But enough of this. I am delighted that you met this Sipiagin, and can even foresee something useful to our cause as a result of it.
"Do you know anything about him?" "Nothing whatever, but you can see for yourself. Goodbye, Alexai Dmitritch." Mashurina clambered out of the carriage. An hour later Nejdanov was rolling up the courtyard leading to Sipiagin's house. He did not feel well after his sleepless night and the numerous discussions and explanations. A beautiful face smiled to him out of the window.
Meanwhile Sipiagin, his wife, Kollomietzev, and Anna Zaharovna sat down to cards. Kolia came to say goodnight, and, receiving his parents' blessing and a large glass of milk instead of tea, went off to bed. His father called after him to inform him that tomorrow he was to begin his lessons with Alexai Dmitritch.
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