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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Then you have no great love for your own species?" "One loves one's neighbour as the dog loves the stick." To which, after a pause, the speaker added: "For WHY should I love him?" It puzzled me to cite a reason off-hand, but, fortunately, Kalinin did not wait for an answer rather, he went on to ask: "Have you ever been a footman?" "No," I replied.
"Always and everywhere He is so," Kalinin proudly rejoined. "But do you also know what an old woman of Smolensk used to sing concerning Him?" "I do not." Halting, my strange traveller chanted in a feignedly senile and tremulous voice, as he beat time with his foot: In the heavens a flow'r doth blow, It is the Son of God. From it all our joys do flow, It is the Son of God.
True enough, that luminary, large and round, was declining into rather, towards the sea, while suspended between him and the water were low, dark, white-topped cumuli. "Soon nightfall will be overtaking us," continued Kalinin as he fumbled in his kaftan. "And in these parts jackals howl when darkness is come."
Until then Kalinin had told his story swiftly, with animation; but thereafter he seemed, as it were, to become extinguished. After a pause of a few seconds he continued continued in slower, to all appearances more unwilling, accents
Yet from the mountains and the cloud-masses evening was descending, as the earth emitted profound gasps of humidity, and the sea intoned its vague, thoughtful, resonant song. "I presume we are going to pass the night here?" Kalinin at length queried. "No, for my intention is, rather, to continue my journey." "Then let us make an immediate start."
"Brethren," the monk had said in triumphant conclusion, "wheresoever man may be, he will, as he so desires, be given power to overcome the desolation of the wilds." "And then I pressed him further," Kalinin added. "Yes, I said to him: 'Nevertheless Christ, our Lord, was not like you, for He was homeless and a wanderer. "'Also neither for the lowly alone nor for the exalted alone did Christ exist.
"And who was Valentina?" "My one-time mistress," Kalinin spoke unwillingly. "And he, the clerk was he in love with her?" "Oh dear no!" Evidently Kalinin had no particular wish to discuss the subject, for he hugged himself together, buried his face in his hands, and muttered: "I should like to kindle a fire, were it not that everything in the place is too damp for the purpose."
But no longer did I desire to listen to Kalinin, for the threads which had drawn me, bound me, to his personality had now parted. All that I desired to do was to contemplate in silence the sea, while thinking of some of those subjects which at eventide never fail to stir the soul to gentle, kindly emotion. Bombers, Kalinin's words continued dripping into my ear like belated raindrops.
Kalinin straightened himself, gave a wriggle to a form that was as lithe as a lizard's, and passed one hand over his face. "It is a certain composition," he replied presently. "It is a composition that was composed by a military clerk who afterwards died of consumption. He was my friend his life long, and my only friend, and a true one, besides being a man out of the common."
Hence, too, must it be that in conversations one seems to hear less of the note of "I am I" than of the note of "Am I really and truly myself?" "What may be your name?" next I inquired of the figure on the bench. "A name of absolute simplicity the name of Alexei Kalinin." "You are a namesake of mine, then." "Indeed? Is that so?"
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