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Erect and resolute, he strode onward, an imposing spectre in the silent night. The news that two persons had committed suicide on the same night spread rapidly through the little town. It was Ivanoff who told Yourii. The latter had just come back from a lesson, and was at work upon a portrait of Lialia.
When not employed with the Tartar he spent his time in conversation with Osip Ivanoff and the little group of men of the same type. They spent much of their time in playing cards, whist being a very popular game in Russia. They often invited Godfrey to join them, but his mind was so much occupied with his own plans that he felt quite unable to give the requisite attention to the game.
There was such a wicked look in Ivanoff's eyes that the disconcerted youth soon went away. Sanine watched this little scene and smiled. "What fools they are!" he exclaimed. Instantly Ivanoff felt ashamed that even for a moment he should have wavered. "Come on!" he said. "Deuce take the lot of them!" "All right! Let's go!"
But the Russians intercepted the move; ferocious encounters and Cossack charges threw the Germans back to their pivot with heavy losses on both sides. Von Mackensen's center, however, was too strong, and Ivanoff desired no pitched battle the only way to check its advance.
After the fall of Lemberg, Ivanoff withdrew the main body of his troops toward the river line of the Bug, Boehm-Ermolli following up behind. Again that unfortunate general was roughly handled another of his divisions was annihilated southeast of Lemberg in a rear-guard action.
"Yes, indeed I do!" persisted Lialia. "Her voice is beautiful and melodious, and so are her poems; she herself is a beauty; her name, even, is beautiful and melodious." "Oh! my goodness! What more can you say than that!" cried Ivanoff. "But I am quite of your opinion." At all these compliments Sina blushed with pleasure and confusion. "It is time to go home," said Lida abruptly.
Her voice, a high soprano, though not powerful, was sympathetic in quality. Ivanoff muttered, "That's sweet!" and Sanine exclaimed "Charming!" When she had finished they all clapped their hands and the sound was echoed strangely in the dark woods on either side. "Sing something else, Sinotschka!" cried Lialia; "or, better still, recite one of your own poems."
Not knowing what to say, he looked away, beyond the grave-stones and crosses, to the distant fields. A young student stood near him, engaged in heated talk. Ivanoff froze him with a glance. "I suppose you think yourself ornamental?" he said. The lad blushed. "That's not in the least funny," he replied. "Funny be d d! You clear off!"
When I got to M. Belloni's, I was greatly surprised to see the impostor Ivanoff, who instead of pretending not to know me, as he ought to have done, came forward to embrace me. I stepped back and bowed, which might be put down to a feeling of respect, although my coldness and scant ceremony would have convinced any observant eye of the contrary.
Sanine and Ivanoff fled precipitately, stumbling back through the tall rushes to their boat. "Oh! how good it is to be alive!" said Sanine, stretching himself. Down the river, floating onward, Ever onward, to the sea. So he sang in his clear, resonant voice, while behind the trees the sound of girlish laughter could still be heard. Ivanoff looked at the sky. "It's going to rain," he said.
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