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Updated: June 14, 2025
He vividly pictured Von Koren's calm, haughty face; his eyes the day before, his shirt like a rug, his voice, his white hand; and heavy, passionate, hungry hatred rankled in his breast and clamoured for satisfaction. In his thoughts he felled Von Koren to the ground, and trampled him underfoot.
As Laevsky talked, he felt it disagreeable that Von Koren listened to him gravely, and looked at him steadily and attentively as though studying him; and he was vexed with himself that in spite of his dislike of Von Koren, he could not banish the ingratiating smile from his face. "I must admit, though," he added, "that there were immediate causes for the attack, and quite sufficient ones too.
Looking at the pale, ironically smiling face of Von Koren, who evidently had been convinced from the beginning that his opponent would fire in the air, Laevsky thought that, thank God, everything would be over directly, and all that he had to do was to press the trigger rather hard. . . .
Von Koren began to take aim at Laevsky. "It's all over!" thought Laevsky.
Then they sat a long while in the garden, huddled close together, saying nothing, or dreaming aloud of their happy life in the future, in brief, broken sentences, while it seemed to him that he had never spoken at such length or so eloquently. More than three months had passed. The day came that Von Koren had fixed on for his departure.
His simplicity and humility are full of Biblical grandeur." "Is he a good man?" asked Von Koren, who was glad to change the conversation. "Of course! If he hadn't been a good man, do you suppose he would have been consecrated a bishop?" "Among the bishops are to be found good and gifted men," said Von Koren. "The only drawback is that some of them have the weakness to imagine themselves statesmen.
"Thank you for your company and for your pleasant conversation. Think about the expedition." "Oh Lord, yes! to the ends of the earth," laughed the deacon. "I've nothing against it." Von Koren recognised Laevsky in the darkness, and held out his hand without speaking.
Von Koren suddenly raised his eyes to Laevsky and asked: "How do you feel after yesterday?" "Very well indeed," said Laevsky, flushing. "It really was nothing much. . . ." "Until yesterday I thought it was only ladies who had hysterics, and so at first I thought you had St. Vitus's dance." Laevsky smiled ingratiatingly, and thought: "How indelicate on his part!
"The beauty of poetry and holiness of love are simply the roses under which they try to hide its rottenness. Romeo is just the same sort of animal as all the rest of us." "Whatever one talks to you about, you always bring it round to . . ." Von Koren glanced round at Katya and broke off. "What do I bring it round to?" asked Laevsky.
"To call a man a blackguard!" muttered Samoylenko, frowning with distaste "that is so wrong that I can't find words for it!" "People are judged by their actions," Von Koren continued. "Now you decide, deacon. . . . I am going to talk to you, deacon. Mr. Laevsky's career lies open before you, like a long Chinese puzzle, and you can read it from beginning to end.
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