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Genya walked beside me along the road, and tried not to look at the sky, that she might not see the falling stars, which for some reason frightened her. "I believe you are right," she said, shivering with the damp night air. "If people, all together, could devote themselves to spiritual ends, they would soon know everything." "Of course.
Why haven't you, for instance, fallen in love with Lida or Genya?" "You forget that I love another woman," answered Byelokurov. He was referring to Liubov Ivanovna, the lady who shared the lodge with him.
Stars fell frequently, Genya walked beside me on the road and tried not to look at the sky, to avoid seeing the falling stars, which somehow frightened her. "I believe you are right," she said, trembling in the evening chill. "If people could give themselves to spiritual activity, they would soon burst everything." "Certainly.
His daughters did not sleep either. There was a sound of laughter and screaming, as though someone was being pursued; it was Genya in hysterics. A little later Iraida was sobbing too. A maidservant ran barefoot up and down the passage several times. . . . "What a business! Good Lord! . . ." muttered Rashevitch, sighing and tossing from side to side. "It's bad." He had a nightmare.
"Good-night," she said, shivering; she had nothing but her blouse over her shoulders and was shrinking with cold. "Come to-morrow." I felt wretched at the thought of being left alone, irritated and dissatisfied with myself and other people; and I, too, tried not to look at the falling stars. "Stay another minute," I said to her, "I entreat you." I loved Genya.
Of Genya Bielokurov said that she did not live at home and he did not know where she was.
Lida, he said, was still living in Shelkovka and teaching in the school; she had by degrees succeeded in gathering round her a circle of people sympathetic to her who made a strong party, and at the last election had turned out Balagin, who had till then had the whole district under his thumb. About Genya he only told me that she did not live at home, and that he did not know where she was.
Man ought to recognise himself as superior to lions, tigers, stars, superior to everything in nature, even what seems miraculous and is beyond his understanding, or else he is not a man, but a mouse afraid of everything." Genya believed that as an artist I knew a very great deal, and could guess correctly what I did not know.
I walked about the park, keeping a good distance from the house, looking for white mushrooms, of which there was a great number that summer, and noting their position so as to come and pick them afterwards with Genya. There was a warm breeze. I saw Genya and her mother both in light holiday dresses coming home from church, Genya holding her hat in the wind.
With her books and her dispensary she will find life has slipped by without having noticed it. . . . She must be married." Genya, pale from reading, with her hair disarranged, raised her head and said as it were to herself, looking at her mother: "Mother, everything is in God's hands." And again she buried herself in her book. Byelokurov came in his tunic and embroidered shirt.
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