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Updated: May 7, 2025
"Of course, it was bound to happen just at the very time when I was absent." We sat down to breakfast near the door leading into a corner-room in which about a dozen young men were sitting. Grushnitski was amongst them. For the second time destiny provided me with the opportunity of overhearing a conversation which was to decide his fate.
And what a haughty smile! All the same, I am convinced that he is a coward yes, a coward!" "I think so too," said Grushnitski. "He is fond of getting himself out of trouble by pretending to be only having a joke. I once gave him such a talking to that anyone else in his place would have cut me to pieces on the spot. But Pechorin turned it all to the ridiculous side.
At length they approached the slope; Grushnitski took hold of the bridle of the Princess's horse, and then I heard the conclusion of their conversation: "And you wish to remain all your life in the Caucasus?" said Princess Mary. "What is Russia to me?" answered her cavalier.
However, at six paces it is difficult to miss. Aha! Mr. Grushnitski, your wiles will not succeed!... We shall exchange roles: now it is I who shall have to seek the signs of latent terror upon your pallid countenance. Why have you yourself appointed these fatal six paces? Think you that I will tamely expose my forehead to your aim?...
"Now I must explain the cause of my hurried departure; it will seem of little importance to you, because it concerns me alone. "This morning my husband came in and told me about your quarrel with Grushnitski. Evidently I changed countenance greatly, because he looked me in the face long and intently.
The pretty Princess Mary turned round and favoured the orator with a long and curious glance. Her expression was quite indefinite, but it was not contemptuous, a fact on which I inwardly congratulated Grushnitski from my heart. "She is an extremely pretty girl," I said. "She has such velvet eyes yes, velvet is the word. I should advise you to appropriate the expression when speaking of her eyes.
As she walked past us an indefinable perfume, like that which sometimes breathes from the note of a charming woman, was wafted from her. "Look!" said Grushnitski, "there is Princess Ligovski with her daughter Mary, as she calls her after the English manner. They have been here only three days." "You already know her name, though?" "Yes, I heard it by chance," he answered, with a blush.
Grushnitski had stumbled; the branch to which he was clinging had broken off, and he would have rolled down on his back if his seconds had not held him up. "Take care!" I cried. "Do not fall prematurely: that is a bad sign. Remember Julius Caesar!" AND now we had climbed to the summit of the projecting cliff. The ledge was covered with fine sand, as if on purpose for a duel.
This is the position in which the dramatis personae were disposed: Princess Ligovski and the Moscow dandy were sitting on a bench in the covered gallery apparently engaged in serious conversation. Princess Mary, who had doubtless by this time finished her last tumbler, was walking pensively to and fro by the well. Grushnitski was standing by the well itself; there was nobody else on the square.
"I am sorry I have not yet the right to do so"... "Oho!" I said to myself, "evidently he has hopes already." "However, it is the worse for you," continued Grushnitski; "it will be difficult for you to make their acquaintance now, and what a pity! It is one of the most agreeable houses I know"... I smiled inwardly.
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