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Thompson sighed, checking the clock and deciding he'd better get back to the bridge; the Koslov's Captain Navy Lieutenant Inga Sanchez should have the pre-landing surveillance reports for him by now. She gave him a rueful shake of the head as he entered her small bridge. "It's peaceful as Terra down there, Jase.
I cannot speak of that now," he said looking significantly at Koslov's wife to indicate that he could not explain himself in her presence. "No one will let you go?" whispered Juliana Andreevna. "I have not once spoken to you out of hearing of my husband." "Have you brought the money with you," asked Mark suddenly, "the three hundred roubles for the wager?"
If you find he is not being properly cared for, bring him here. The old house is empty, and we can establish him there for the time being. I will have two rooms got ready for him." "What a woman you are, Grandmother. While I am thinking, you have acted." When he reached Koslov's house he found the shutters of the grey house were closed, and he had to knock repeatedly before he was admitted.
He watched his aunt, Leonti and his wife, and Marfinka, or looked at the villages and fields lying in an enchanted sleep along the banks of the Volga. In this ocean of silence he caught notes which he could interpret in terms of music, and determined, in his abundant leisure, to pursue the subject. One day, after a lonely walk along the shore, he climbed the cliff, and passed Koslov's house.
Without making direct inquiries she procured some explanations from Koslov, and although she understood many things at a bound, she never let it be seen that she had any knowledge of things beyond her immediate circle. Without losing sight of Koslov's instructions she read the books once more, to find that they meant much more to her and that her interest in them was steadily increasing.
He took his cap and strolled into the outlying parts of the town, then into the town, where he observed every passer-by, stared into the houses, down the streets, and at last found himself standing before the Koslov's house. Being told that Koslov was at the school, he inquired for Juliana Andreevna.
"What the devil have I to do with your gratitude? I am not here for that, but on Koslov's account." "God be with you and your manners, Mark Ivanovich!" replied Raisky. "In any case, you have done a good deed." "More praise. You can be as sentimental as you like for all I care...." "I will take Leonti home with me," resumed Raisky.
When he entered the corridor he heard the strains of a waltz and, he thought, the voice of Koslov's wife. He sent in his name and with it Leonti's letter. After a time the servant, with an air of embarrassment, came to tell him that Juliana Andreevna had gone with a party of friends to Zarskoe-Selo, and would travel direct from there to Moscow.
Only the other day your friend came here to complain that that Markushka was destroying books from your library. You know, don't you, that the library from the old house has been installed in Koslov's house?" Raisky hummed an air from "Il Barbiere." "You are an extraordinary man," cried his aunt angrily. "Why did you come at all? Do talk sensibly."
"And what else?" "Nothing. I only wanted to tell you what I have done, and to ask whether you will take it on yourself or not." "But what if I won't, and I don't intend to." "Then instead of your name I will give Koslov's. He is growing mouldy here. Let him go to prison. He can take up his Greeks again later."
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