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Updated: June 17, 2025
It would be difficult to define the feelings of these two men when they pressed each other's hands like friends and looked into each other's eyes. Bassistoff continued to adore Rudin, and to hang on every word he uttered. Rudin paid him very little attention.
'What do you want a pencil for? he said at last 'I want to write down Mr. Rudin's last sentence. If one doesn't write it down, one might forget it, I'm afraid! But you will own, a sentence like that is such a handful of trumps. 'There are things which it is a shame to laugh at and make fun of, African Semenitch! said Bassistoff warmly, turning away from Pigasov.
Alexandra Pavlovna did not at once recognise the man who was sitting behind her husband's back. 'Ah! Mr. Bassistoff! she cried at last 'It's he, answered Lezhnyov; 'and he has brought such glorious news. Wait a minute, you shall know directly. And he drove into the courtyard. Some minutes later he came with Bassistoff into the balcony.
"Freedom," he says, "my friend Sancho, is one of the most precious possessions of man, and happy is he to whom Heaven has given a bit of bread, and who need not be indebted to any one!" What Don Quixote felt then, I feel now.... God grant, my dear Bassistoff, that you too may some day experience this feeling!
I described to you the outline of it the day before yesterday, and shall send it to you. 'And you will publish it? 'No. 'No? For whose sake will you work then? 'And if it were for you? Natalya dropped her eyes. 'It would be far above me. 'What, may I ask, is the subject of the essay? Bassistoff inquired modestly. He was sitting a little distance away.
In order to distract his mind in some way he occupied himself with Bassistoff, had much conversation with him, and found him an ardent, eager lad, full of enthusiastic hopes and still untarnished faith. In the evening Darya Mihailovna appeared for a couple of hours in the drawing-room.
Scarcely a breath escaped Bassistoff; he sat the whole time with open mouth and round eyes and listened listened as he had never listened to any one in his life while Natalya's face was suffused by a crimson flush, and her eyes, fastened unwaveringly on Rudin, were both dimmed and shining. 'What splendid eyes he has! Volintsev whispered to her. 'Yes, they are.
Print it and publish it. The Little Russian will read it, drop his head into his hands and infallibly burst into tears he is such a sensitive soul! 'Good heavens! cried Bassistoff. 'What are you saying? It's too absurd for anything. I have lived in Little Russia, I love it and know the language... "grae, grae, voropae" is absolute nonsense.
'Listen, African Semenitch! began Lezhnyov, and his face assumed a serious expression, 'listen; you know, and my wife knows, that the last time I saw him I felt no special attachment for Rudin, and I even often blamed him. Alexandra Pavlovna and Pigasov looked in astonishment at Lezhnyov, but Bassistoff sat wide-eyed, blushing and trembling all over with delight.
Bassistoff did not sleep the whole night and did not undress he was writing till morning a letter to a comrade of his in Moscow; and Natalya, too, though she undressed and lay down in her bed, had not an instant's sleep and never closed her eyes. With her head propped on her arm, she gazed fixedly into the darkness; her veins were throbbing feverishly and her bosom often heaved with a deep sigh.
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