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'There were rumours that she had been outraged and murdered by a Turkish aga; her husband, Insarov's father, found out the truth, tried to avenge her, but only succeeded in wounding the aga with his poniard.... He was shot. 'Shot, and without a trial? 'Yes. Insarov was just eight years old at the time. He remained in the hands of neighbours.
What a sudden decision! Or have you had news of some sort? 'I have had no news, replied Insarov; 'but on thinking things over, I find I cannot stop here. 'How can that be? 'Andrei Petrovitch, said Insarov, 'be so kind... don't insist, please, I am very sorry myself to be leaving you, but it can't be helped. Bersenyev looked at him intently.
The next day at two o'clock Insarov arrived at the Stahovs'. As though by express design, there was a visitor in Anna Vassilyevna's drawing-room at the time, the wife of a neighbouring chief-priest, an excellent and worthy woman, though she had had a little unpleasantness with the police, because she thought fit, in the hottest part of the day, to bathe in a lake near the road, along which a certain dignified general's family used often to be passing.
'Your lodging here would remain for you, let us suppose; but then everything there is very cheap; we could even arrange so as to dine, for instance, together. Insarov said nothing. Bersenyev began to feel awkward. 'You might at least pay me a visit sometime, he began, after a short pause. 'A few steps from me there's a family living with whom I want very much to make you acquainted.
At last Anna Vassilyevna raised her eyes, saying: 'God is your judge, Dmitri Nikanorovitch' she stopped short: the reproaches died away on her lips. 'Why, you are ill, she cried: 'Elena, your husband's ill! 'I have been unwell, Anna Vassilyevna, answered Insarov; 'and even now I am not quite strong yet: but I hope my native air will make me perfectly well again.
'No, he decided, 'let us wait till to-morrow. Towards evening Insarov was rather better. For eight days this torture was prolonged. Elena appeared calm; but she could eat nothing, and did not sleep at night. There was a dull ache in all her limbs; her head seemed full of a sort of dry burning smoke. 'Our young lady's wasting like a candle, her maid said of her.
'Cold! rejoined Insarov with a rapid and bitter smile, 'I shall be a fine soldier, if I'm to be afraid of the cold. I came here... I will tell you why. I look across that sea, and I feel as though here, I am nearer my country. It is there, you know, he added, stretching out his hand to the East, 'the wind blows from there. 'Will not this wind bring the ship you are expecting? said Elena.
Finding himself falling in love with Elena, Insarov determines to go away like Lancelot, without saying farewell. Elena, however, meets him in a thunderstorm not so sinister a storm as the Aeneas adventure in "Torrents of Spring"-and says "I am braver than you. I was going to you." She is actually forced into a declaration of love.
'Mein Gott! was heard from the other side. An instant passed... and a round head, all plastered over with wet hair, showed above water, it was blowing bubbles, this head; and floundering with two hands just at its very lips. 'He will be drowned, save him! save him! cried Anna Vassilyevna to Insarov, who was standing with his legs apart on the bank, breathing heavily.
I can fancy how Andrei Petrovitch must have made you wonder! 'You value my good opinion, said Elena, in an undertone, 'why? Insarov smiled again. 'Because you are a good young lady, not an aristocrat... that's all. A short silence followed. 'Dmitri Nikanorovitch, said Elena, 'do you know that this is the first time you have been so unreserved with me? 'How's that?
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