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"But there is agony in bliss" Fimishka chimed in. "And passion free from pain there is, Ah! where, where? tell me, tell me this," "Ah! where, where? Tell me, tell me this," Fomisha put in. "Ah! where, where? tell me, tell me this," Fimishka repeated. "Nowhere in all the world, nowhere, Love bringeth grief and black despair," they sang together, "And that, love's gift is everywhere,"
Fomisha sang out alone. "Bravo!" Paklin exclaimed. "We have had the first verse, now please sing us the second." "With the greatest of pleasure," Fomishka said, "but what about the trill, Snandulia Samsonovna? After my verse there must be a trill." "Very well, I will play your trill," Snandulia replied. Fomishka began again "Has ever lover loved true And kept his heart from grief and rue?
In a corner of the room there stood a little spinet, which not one of them had noticed before. Snandulia sat down to it and struck several chords. Nejdanov had never heard such sour, toneless, tingling, jangling notes, but the old people promptly struck up the ballad, "Was it to Mourn." Fomisha began "In love God gave a heart Of burning passion to inspire That loving heart with warm desire."
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