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Updated: June 7, 2025
She would beseech him with tears to let her go; and if he opposed her, she would go away secretly. She would not tell him what had happened; let him keep a pure memory of her. "I love you, I love you, I love you," she read. It was from Atchmianov.
They took their seats, and the only ones missing were Nadyezhda Fyodorovna and Atchmianov, who were running after one another, laughing, the other side of the stream. "Make haste, my friends," shouted Samoylenko. "You oughtn't to give ladies wine," said Von Koren in a low voice.
Atchmianov dropped behind and stopped, while Kirilin went up to Nadyezhda Fyodorovna. "Good-evening," he said, touching his cap. "Good-evening." "Yes!" said Kirilin, looking at the sky and pondering. "Why 'yes'?" asked Nadyezhda Fyodorovna after a brief pause, noticing that Atchmianov was watching them both.
They all wandered off in different directions, and no one was left but Kirilin, Atchmianov, and Nikodim Alexandritch. Kerbalay brought chairs, spread a rug on the ground, and set a few bottles of wine.
"Strange, strange," muttered Atchmianov, and remembering Laevsky's hysterics, he felt ashamed. "If she is not at home, where is she?" He went to Nadyezhda Fyodorovna's lodgings again, and looked at the dark windows. "It's a cheat, a cheat . . ." he thought, remembering that, meeting him at midday at Marya Konstantinovna's, she had promised to go in a boat with him that evening.
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