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Updated: June 14, 2025
As they passed the little house with three windows, into which Laevsky had moved soon after the duel, Von Koren could not resist peeping in at the window. Laevsky was sitting, writing, bent over the table, with his back to the window. "I wonder at him!" said the zoologist softly. "What a screw he has put on himself!" "Yes, one may well wonder," said Samoylenko.
Von Koren had already made up his mind that he would not be able to get off that day, and had settled down to play chess with Samoylenko; but after dark the orderly announced that there were lights on the sea and that a rocket had been seen. Von Koren made haste. He put his satchel over his shoulder, and kissed Samoylenko and the deacon.
"R-r-right!" Samoylenko shouted at the top of his voice when he met a cart or a mountaineer riding on a donkey. "In two years' time, when I shall have the means and the people ready, I shall set off on an expedition," Von Koren was telling the deacon. "I shall go by the sea-coast from Vladivostok to the Behring Straits, and then from the Straits to the mouth of the Yenisei.
And not the deacon, for he doesn't know I want to go away. Von Koren, perhaps?" The zoologist bent over the table and drew a pyramid. Laevsky fancied that his eyes were smiling. "Most likely Samoylenko . . . has been gossiping," thought Laevsky. In the other note, in the same disguised angular handwriting with long tails to the letters, was written: "Somebody won't go away on Saturday."
"Delighted. To-morrow morning early near Kerbalay's. I leave all details to your taste. And now, clear out!" "I hate you," Laevsky said softly, breathing hard. "I have hated you a long while! A duel! Yes!" "Get rid of him, Alexandr Daviditch, or else I'm going," said Von Koren. "He'll bite me."
If you really loved him and considered him your neighbour, you would above all not be indifferent to his weaknesses, you would not be indulgent to them, but for his own sake would try to make him innocuous." "That is?" "Innocuous. Since he is incorrigible, he can only be made innocuous in one way. . . ." Von Koren passed his finger round his throat. "Or he might be drowned . . .", he added.
By the time-table it should have arrived at ten o'clock in the morning, but Von Koren, who had gone on to the sea-front at midday and again after dinner, could see nothing through the field-glass but grey waves and rain covering the horizon. Towards the end of the day the rain ceased and the wind began to drop perceptibly.
Von Koren did not know what he could or ought to say, though as he went in he thought he would say a very great deal that would be warm and good and important. He shook hands with Laevsky and his wife in silence, and left them with a depressed feeling. "What people!" said the deacon in a low voice, as he walked behind them. "My God, what people!
If you were in my place, or that zoologist of yours, Von Koren, you might live with Nadyezhda Fyodorovna for thirty years, perhaps, and might leave your heirs a rich vineyard and three thousand acres of maize; but I felt like a bankrupt from the first day.
"He's got a touch of hysterics," said Von Koren gaily, coming into the drawing-room, but seeing Nadyezhda Fyodorovna, he was taken aback and retreated. When the attack was over, Laevsky sat on the strange bed and thought. "Disgraceful! I've been howling like some wretched girl! I must have been absurd and disgusting.
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