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Fyodor Fedoritch made a favourable impression on his new comrades. They liked him for his good-nature, modesty, warm-heartedness, and natural inclination for everything beautiful, for everything, in fact, which in another officer they might, very likely, have thought out of place. They called Kister a young lady, and were kind and gentle in their manners with him.
'Yes, he said at last, almost aloud; 'she loves him: I will bring them together; I will justify her confidence in me. Though there was as yet nothing to prove a definite passion for Lutchkov on Masha's part, though, according to her own account, he only excited her curiosity, Kister had by this time made up a complete romance, and worked out his own duty in the matter.
'All right, I tell you it will be all right.... I'll arrange everything. 'You are so... Masha began with a smile, and she shook her finger at him. Mr. Perekatov yawned and opened his eyes. 'Why, I almost think I've been asleep, he muttered with surprise. This doubt and this surprise were repeated daily. Masha and Kister began discussing Schiller.
'Till we meet, Masha said to Kister, following him into the hall and gazing at him with a soft smile, as he slowly and tenderly kissed her hands. 'Till we meet, Fyodor Fedoritch repeated confidently; 'till we meet.
'Well... yes... Masha said slowly; she flushed a little, turned her head a little away and in that position went on talking. 'There is something about him so... There, you're laughing at me, she added suddenly, glancing swiftly at Fyodor Fedoritch. Fyodor Fedoritch smiled the gentlest smile imaginable. Kister bowed.
'The master has told me to get you some vodka, and to have a drink with you, said Kister's servant to Artiomka the postillion. Masha came with such a bright and grateful face to meet Kister, when he came into the drawing-room, she pressed his hand so warmly and affectionately, that his heart throbbed with delight, and a weight seemed rolled from his mind.
'Be so good as to go. I'm ashamed of you. 'Oh, to be sure, delicatesse!... Ah, Marya Sergievna, I don't know French! growled Avdey, as he put on his cap. 'Till we meet again, Fyodor Fedoritch! He bowed and walked out. Kister paced several times up and down the room. His face burned, his breast heaved violently.
Kister, for his part, took her awkwardness and her uneasiness for obvious signs of love, and the more afraid he was for her the more impossible he found it to speak of Lutchkov; while Masha obstinately refrained from uttering his name. It was a painful experience for poor Fyodor Fedoritch. He began at last to understand his own feelings. Never had Masha seemed to him more charming.
The fat Kister. Vygardt.... The "Kitai" was at the pier when we the detachment of twelve, guarding a silent man and a hysterical woman came there under the cover of night; it was raining, though the air was warm. The Irtysh stood fragrant with this odor of a big, noble river.
'No! answered Masha, and she bent over, as though wishing to examine the pattern more closely; a narrow golden streak of light lay on her hair; 'no... but... 'Well, but? said Kister, smiling. 'Well, don't you see, said Masha, and she suddenly lifted her head, so that the streak of light fell straight in her eyes; 'don't you see... he... 'He interests you....
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