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She bent down to Jennka and kissed her on the forehead. And never afterwards could Volodya Chaplinsky, who had been watching this scene with a painful tension, forget those warm and beautiful rays, which at this moment kindled in the green, long, Egyptian eyes of the artiste. The party departed gloomily, but Ryazanov lingered behind for a minute.
Volodya Chaplinsky, agitated by this conversation, suddenly asked: "Yes, but tell me, Ellena Victorovna, what would you want to distract your imagination and ennui?" She looked at him with her enigmatic eyes and answered quietly, even a trifle shyly, it seemed: "Formerly, people lived more gaily and did not know prejudices of any sort.
But they have neither malice nor fear. There is the most real, magnificent spectacle, which I can only picture to myself!" "How much cruelty there is in you," said the baroness meditatively. "Well, nothing can be done about it now! My ancestors were cavaliers and robbers. However, shan't we go away now?" They all went out of the garden. Volodya Chaplinsky ordered his automobile called.
"That's why I'm saying, let's drop this experiment." "No, in any case I am going through with it to the finish. Show me something simpler, more of the medium." Volodya Chaplinsky, who was all the time in a torment over Ellena Victorovna, offered the most likely thing to drop into the establishment of Anna Markovna, which was only ten steps away.
"An amazing occupation," said Rovinskaya. "Well now, Chaplinsky, you try to toss your head about like that." Volodya Chaplinsky, secretly and hopelessly in love with the artiste, immediately began obediently and zealously to do this, but after half a minute desisted. "It's impossible," he said, "either long training, or, perhaps, hereditary abilities, are necessary for this."
In one of these cabinets four were sitting two ladies and two men; an artiste known to all Russia, the cantatrice Rovinskaya, a large, handsome woman, with long, green, Egyptian eyes, and a long, red, sensuous mouth, the lips of which were rapaciously drooping at the corners; the baroness Tefting, little, exquisite, pale she was everywhere seen with the artiste; the famous lawyer Ryazanov; and Volodya Chaplinsky, a rich young man of the world, a composer-dilettante, the author of several darling little ballads and many witticisms upon the topics of the day, which circulated all over town.
Who knows, perhaps for all those sitting here, below, the present evening is a rest, a holiday?" "The speech for the defense," put in Chaplinsky in his calm manner. But Rovinskaya quickly turned around to the men, and her long emerald eyes narrowed. And this with her served as a sign of wrath, from which even crowned personages committed follies at times.
I will also say, that there were with me at that time two English aristocrats; lords, both sportsmen, both people unusually strong physically and morally, who, of course, would never have allowed a woman to be offended. However, perhaps you, Volodya, are of the race of cowards?" Chaplinsky flared up: "Oh, no, no, Ellena Victorovna. I forewarned you only out of love for you.
"Oh, what are you saying, Ellena Victorovna!" said Chaplinsky with a tender reproach. "Abandon compliments, Volodya! I know myself that I'm still young and beautiful of body, but, really, it seems to me at times that I am ninety. So worn out has my soul become. I continue. I say, that during all my life only three strong impressions have sunk into my soul.
On the way to Yamskaya Street Rovinskaya said to Chaplinsky: "You'll bring me at first into the most luxurious place, then into a medium one, and then into the filthiest." "My dear Ellena Victorovna," warmly retorted Chaplinsky, "I'm ready to do everything for you.
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