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"Yes," said Trirodov in reply to Elisaveta's question, "he came to see me last evening, quite late. I don't know why he chose such a late hour. He asked assistance. His demands were large. I will give him what I can. He's going away from here." All this was said in jerks, unwillingly.
I live but life goes past me, always past me. Woman's love, the fire of youth, the stirring of young hopes, remain for ever within the forbidden boundaries of unrealized possibilities who knows? perhaps unrealizable." The sad, flaming moments of silence were marked by the heavy beats of Elisaveta's heart.
She stood under the tree, her arms folded, and looked with her grey eyes gleaming with envy at Elisaveta's naked body; it was as if a grey spider was spinning across her soul a grey web of dull oblivion and tedious indifference. "Clothes will be here in a moment," said one of the boys quietly. Elisaveta closed her eyes and lay tranquilly. Her head felt somewhat dizzy. Fatigue overcame her.
She whispered to Elena: "Look, what strange beings!" Elena looked in the direction of Elisaveta's glance and said indifferently: "Monsters!" Elisaveta was astonished at her sister's observation the faces of these hiding children seemed to her like the faces of praying angels. By this time the children who had escorted the sisters ran back, jostling each other and laughing.
The handsome man, his voice hoarse with agitation, shouted: "Tear her clothes! Let her dance naked before us, and make our eyes glad." "She hasn't much on!" the other responded with a gay laugh. He caught the broad collar of Elisaveta's dress with one hand and jerked it forward; he thrust the other hand, large, hot, and perspiring, under her chemise and pressed and squeezed her taut young breast.
Elisaveta's body flamed all over, as though a fire had penetrated the whole sweet, sensitive flesh; and oh, how she wished to press, to cling, to embrace! If he would only come! Only by day he spoke to her his dead-sounding words of love, kindled by the kisses of the accursed Dragon. Oh, if he would only come by night to the secretly flaming great Fire of the blossoming Flesh! Did he love her?
This happened after he had answered one of the girls' questions. Trirodov noticed that they were looking at him. He felt uneasy and vexed with himself. This vexation, however, helped him to control his agitation. He became more animated, threw off, as it were, some weight, and began to talk. The glance of Elisaveta's deep blue eyes grew joyous at this.
The sisters joined in with the naked dancers, and went into the water and lay on the grass under the trees. It was pleasant to feel the beauty, the grace, and the agility of their bodies among these other twirling, beautiful, strong bodies. Elisaveta's observant glance detected two types among the girl instructresses. There were the rapturous ones and the dissembling ones.
She destroys all illusions with the power of her pitiless irony. You know, of course, that Elisaveta's soul is a tragic soul, and that a great boldness is necessary in order to approach her, and to say to her the great Yes of life. Yes, Elisaveta...." Piotr's voice trembled as he shouted in jealous rage: "Elisaveta! Why do you mention Elisaveta?" Trirodov looked steadily at Piotr.
The setting Dragon caressed Elisaveta's face with its warm light; the skin thus suffused exulted in its radiance and bloom. They were silent. Both felt a painful awkwardness. Piotr was nervously breaking twigs from a birch near by. Elisaveta began: "What is it you wish to tell me?" A cold remoteness, almost enmity, sounded in her deeply agitated voice.
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