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Lutchkov often repeated that he 'was a soldier. A brief silence followed. Masha was still looking at the meadow. 'How about getting away? thought Avdey. 'What rot it is, though! Come, more pluck!... Marya Sergievna... he began, in a fairly resolute voice. Masha turned to him.
'Begin, gentlemen! Kister went rapidly towards the barrier, but he had not gone five steps before Avdey fired, Kister started, made one more step forward, staggered. His head sank... His knees bent under him... He fell like a sack on the grass. The major rushed up to him.... 'Is it possible? whispered the dying man. Avdey went up to the man he had killed.
She bent down, picked up the flower, and gazed with tender, delighted amazement at Avdey. 'Bravo! cried Kister. 'And I can't swim... Lutchkov observed abruptly. Masha did not like that remark. 'What made him say that? she wondered. Lutchkov and Kister remained at Mr. Perekatov's till the evening.
'I understand your position, Fyodor Fedoritch, Avdey went on with an affectation of sympathy; 'it's disagreeable, certainly. A man has been acting, acting a part, and no one has recognised him as a humbug; and all of a sudden...
Instead of that, she was suddenly aware of Avdey's rough moustaches on her cheek.... 'Let us be happy, he was whispering: 'there's no other happiness on earth! Masha shuddered, darted horror-stricken on one side, and pale all over, stopped short, one hand leaning on a birch-tree. Avdey was terribly confused. 'Excuse me, he muttered, approaching her, 'I didn't expect really...
'Oh, please, don't talk about being sorry for me, Avdey cut her short peremptorily; 'spare me that, anyway! 'Mr. Lutchkov... 'Oh, you needn't put on those grand-duchess airs... It's trouble thrown away! you don't impress me. Masha stepped back a pace, turned swiftly round and walked away.
His horse, tied up near by, more than once whinnied in response to the sonorous neighing of the mares and fillies in the meadow. Avdey was ill-tempered and shy, as usual. Not yet convinced of Masha's love, he felt wrathful with her and annoyed with himself... but his excitement smothered his annoyance.
He was still staring intently at the bully, and it seemed as if for the first time he was thoroughly seeing his face. So this it was he had been scheming for! This for which he had sacrificed his own inclinations! Here it was, the blessed influence of love. 'Avdey... do you mean to say you don't care for her? he muttered at last. 'O innocence!
'You love nature? she asked suddenly, with a rapid turn of her little head, looking at him with that friendly, inquisitive, soft glance, which is a gift only vouchsafed to young girls. 'Yes... nature... of course... muttered Avdey. 'Of course... a stroll's pleasant in the evening, though, I confess, I'm a soldier, and fine sentiments are not in my line.
'Oh, nothing! Avdey smiled with great meaning. 'Nothing! Kister looked searchingly at his friend. 'You are feeling hurt, my poor Avdey; tell me... Lutchkov went off into a chuckle. 'Oh, well, I don't fancy I've much to feel hurt about, he said, in a drawling tone, complacently stroking his moustaches.
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