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'Boys, he began, after a short silence, 'something bad happened. 'Oh, what? asked Kostya hurriedly. 'I heard Vasya's voice. They all seemed to shudder. 'What do you mean? what do you mean? stammered Kostya. 'I don't know. Only I went to stoop down to the water; suddenly I hear my name called in Vasya's voice, as though it came from below water: "Pavlusha, Pavlusha, come here." I came away.
The fourth, Kostya, a boy of ten, aroused my curiosity by his thoughtful and sorrowful look. His whole face was small, thin, freckled, pointed at the chin like a squirrel's; his lips were barely perceptible; but his great black eyes, that shone with liquid brilliance, produced a strange impression; they seemed trying to express something for which the tongue his tongue, at least had no words.
"That's pushing it to the extreme," Kostya interrupted. "We are not talking of giants like Shakespeare or Goethe; we are talking of the hundreds of talented mediocre writers, who would be infinitely more valuable if they would let love alone, and would employ themselves in spreading knowledge and humane ideas among the masses."
'But they say, continued Kostya, 'that Akulina threw herself into the river because her lover had deceived her. 'Yes, that was it. 'And do you remember Vasya? added Kostya, mournfully. 'What Vasya? asked Fedya. 'Why, the one who was drowned, replied Kostya, in this very river. Ah, what a boy he was! What a boy he was! His mother, Feklista, how she loved him, her Vasya!
"Yes, I will arrange it," she decided, and going back to her former thoughts, she remembered that some spiritual question of importance had been interrupted, and she began to recall what. "Yes, Kostya, an unbeliever," she thought again with a smile. "Well, an unbeliever then! Better let him always be one than like Madame Stahl, or what I tried to be in those days abroad.
When they gave a verdict of acquittal, Yulia nodded to Kostya, and afterwards pressed his hand warmly. In May the Laptevs moved to a country villa at Sokolniki. By that time Yulia was expecting a baby. More than a year had passed.
He was wearing a short coat, and his hands and big bones seemed huger than ever. His hair had grown thinner, the same straight mustaches hid his lips, the same eyes gazed strangely and naively at his visitor. "Ah, Kostya!" he exclaimed suddenly, recognizing his brother, and his eyes lit up with joy.
His ugly face, animated by his swift ride, glowed with hardihood and determination. Without even a switch in his hand, he had, without the slightest hesitation, rushed out into the night alone to face a wolf.... 'What a splendid fellow! I thought, looking at him. 'Have you seen any wolves, then? asked the trembling Kostya.
The parasol was a silk one, no longer new, tied round with old elastic. The handle was a cheap one, of white bone. Laptev opened it over him, and he felt as though there were the fragrance of happiness about him. He settled himself more comfortably in his chair, and still keeping hold of the parasol, began writing to Moscow to one of his friends: "DEAR PRECIOUS KOSTYA,
Kostya found a spot in the window that was not covered with frost, and began looking through a field-glass at the windows of the house where the French family lived. "There's no seeing," he said. Meanwhile Alexey Fyodorovitch was giving Sasha and Lida a scripture lesson below.
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