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A troika came jingling along the highroad, and the rough voices of the pilgrims as they talked could be distinctly heard. "We've come out a little too early," said Ivanoff. Sanine looked round about him, contented and happy. "Well, let us wait a while," he replied. They sat down on the sand, close to the hedge, and lit their cigarettes.
"If you like," replied Sanine carelessly. "By the time we get back all the others will have gone," continued Ivanoff, "and we'll drink at the side of the grave, giving honour to the dead and to ourselves enjoyment." "Very well." When they returned, not a living soul was to be seen The tomb-stones and crosses, erect and rigid, stood there as in mute expectation.
"Get up and steer, for God's sake!" "You can manage quite well by yourself," was the reply. Ivanoff struck the water with his oars, so that Sanine got thoroughly splashed. "Thank you," said the latter, coolly. As they passed a green spot they heard laughter and the sound of merry girlish voices. It being a holiday, townsfolk had come thither to enjoy themselves. "Girls bathing," said Ivanoff.
Their faces expressed honest indignation and a certain shy curiosity. "They're plotting against you," said Ivanoff, somewhat amazed to see the baleful look in Sanine's eyes. Red as a lobster, Schafroff came forward, blinking his eyelids, and approached Sanine, who turned round sharply on his heel, as though he were ready to knock the first man down.
At last the bough fell, too, when Sanine climbed down, and began to scoop it out, leaving the bark intact. In a short time he had made a pretty little drinking-cup. "Let's have a dip afterwards, shall we?" said Ivanoff, who was watching Sanine's craftsmanship with interest. "Not a bad idea," replied Sanine, as he tossed the newly-made cup into the air and caught it.
Sanine watched him and then in leisurely fashion he also undressed, and took a header into the deeper part of the stream. "You'll be drowned," cried Ivanoff, "No fear!" was the laughing rejoinder, when Sanine, gasping, had risen to the surface. The sound of their merry voices rang out across the river, and the green pasture-land.
"Everybody, I think," said the jolly merchant. "All right; we'll soon see." And, taking a list from his pocket, he began calling out the names, looking at the men, sometimes through and sometimes over his pince-nez. "I am he," said the dignified-looking man, well versed in the habits of the law court. "Ivan Semionovitch Ivanoff, retired colonel!"
But the three girls can easily turn in together for a night, Abner will be delighted." "Abner is your second?" suggested Miss Tolley. "My third," the Human Document corrected her. "After Eustace, I married Ivanoff. I say 'married' because I regard it as the holiest form of marriage. He had to return to his own country. There was a political movement on foot. He felt it his duty to go.
I went into my room to read the letter, and I was astonished to find it signed "Charles Ivanoff." He dated it from Pistoia, and told me that in his poverty and misfortune he had appealed to an Englishman who was leaving Florence for Lucca, and had generously given him a bill of exchange for two hundred crowns, which he had written in his presence. It was made payable to bearer.
"What nonsense!" exclaimed Novikoff testily. "I've got to see a patient..." "Who is quite able to die without your help," said Ivanoff. "For that matter, we can polish off the vodka without your help, either." "Suppose I get drunk?" thought Novikoff. "All right! I'll come," he said. As they went away, Yourii could hear at a distance Ivanoff's gruff bass voice and Sanine's careless, merry laugh.
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