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Colibri took the handkerchief from her face. "Not nice so; better now." She moved away to the further end of the sofa and drew her feet up under her. "Sit down ... there." Kuzma Vassilyevitch sat down on the spot indicated. "Why do you move away?" he said, after a brief silence. "Surely you are not afraid of me?" Colibri curled herself up and looked at him sideways. "I am not afraid ... no."
The forests resound with the cries of parrots and other birds of beautiful plumage; from any point on the coast pelicans and other ichthyophagous birds can be observed darting into the waters after their prey; the lakes and rivers are the home of thousands of wild ducks; myriads of wild pigeons breed in the woods; and the number of insectivorous birds, including the sweet-singing nightingale, jilguero and turpial, the swallow and the small pitirre and colibri, is infinite.
It was all so unexpected.... And the scent, the singing ... the candles in the daytime ... the sorbet flavoured with vanilla. And Colibri kept coming closer to him, too; her hair shone and rustled, and there was a glow of warmth from her and that melancholy face.... "A russalka!" thought Kuzma Vassilyevitch. He felt somewhat awkward.
"Tell me, my pretty, what put it into your head to invite me to-day?" "You are young, pretty ... such I like." "So that's it! But what will Emilie say? She wrote me a letter: she is sure to be back directly." "You not tell her ... nothing! Trouble! She will kill!" Kuzma Vassilyevitch laughed. "As though she were so fierce!" Colibri gravely shook her head several times.
Not a present. I do not take." "As you like. And now must I go?" "Oh, yes." Kuzma Vassilyevitch got up. Colibri got up, too. "Good-bye, pretty little doll! And when will you give me a kiss?" Colibri suddenly gave a little jump and swiftly flinging both arms round his neck, gave him not precisely a kiss but a peck at his lips.
And the old lady, Madame Fritsche, is your aunt, too?" "Yes ... aunt." "Hm! You don't seem to understand Russian very well. What's your name, allow me to ask?" "Colibri." "What?" "Colibri." "Colibri! That's an out-of-the-way name! There are insects like that in Africa, if I remember right?" Colibri gave a short, queer laugh ... like a clink of glass in her throat.
All things changed around us, even to the tiniest fly and flower; yet we the same, the same forever!" Amyas, to whom such utterances were altogether sibylline and unintelligible, answered by: "Look, Frank, that's a colibri. You 've heard of colibris?"
"A mouse ... a mouse," Colibri said hurriedly, and suddenly to Kuzma Vassilyevitch's complete surprise, flung her smooth, supple arms round his neck and a rapid kiss burned his cheek ... as though a red-hot ember had been pressed against it. He pressed Colibri in his arms but she slipped away like a snake her waist was hardly thicker than the body of a snake and leapt to her feet.
Colibri pondered and turned to the lieutenant.... All at once there was the muffled sound of tapping repeated three times at even intervals somewhere in the house. Colibri laughed, almost snorted. "To-day no, to-morrow yes. Come to-morrow." "At what time?" "Seven ... in the evening." "And what about Emilie?" "Emilie ... no; will not be here." "You think so? Very well.
"I say, you are not jealous, are you?" Colibri raised her eyebrows. "What?" "Jealous ... angry," Kuzma Vassilyevitch explained. "Oh, yes!" "Really! Much obliged.... I say, how old are you?" "Seventen." "Seventeen, you mean?" "Yes." Kuzma Vassilyevitch scrutinised his fantastic companion closely. "What a beautiful creature you are!" he said, emphatically. "Marvellous! Really marvellous! What hair!
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