Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 27, 2025
She made a stop so elastic that her little foot flew into the air, and she touched Kranitski's chin with the point of her shoe. That was a model indication of the method with which one should treat disappointments. "Now adieu to the company!" cried she, and rattling her bracelets she vanished.
Stefan has not cut it down; God forbid! And dost thou remember how beautifully the sun sets behind that grove?" When the sun had gone down in the world it began to grow dark in Kranitski's room. And Mother Clemens continued in the thickening twilight: "And rememberest thou how quiet the evenings are there?
Then she drew her bench up still nearer, and, with her hand in the stocking-foot, touched Kranitski's arm, and whispered: "Say no more, Tulek; despair not! Let God up there judge her and you. He is a strict judge, but merciful! I am sorry for you, but also for her, poor thing! What is to be done? The heart is not stone, man is not an angel! Only drive off despair!
Widow Clemens while repairing that lining and patching it had been interrupted by Kranitski's return; and now, wearing great steel-rimmed glasses, and with a brass thimble on her middle finger, she sat down again. She examined a rent through which wadding peeped out on the world, cautiously.
From a thick, long book he cut out a page, on which, previously, he had written a few words in haste, and giving it to Kranitski, he said: "Here is a bank check for a considerable sum. Your affairs, as I hear, are in a very disagreeable condition." Kranitski's face grew radiant from delight, and became ten years younger.
Now, on the bench of the garden, Kranitski raised his face from his palms and looked at the exchange. The porch with its broad steps was empty, but Darvid's carriage was there yet, showing a spot of gleaming sapphire in the sunny air, the horses stood in trained fixedness, like statues cast from bronze. Kranitski's lips were awry with distaste.
The baron himself drank goblet after goblet of wine, and as to the rest he yawned a great deal more than he ate. But Kranitski's appetite was a success. After some weeks of Widow Clemens' meagre kitchen he ate eggs, cutlets, cheese, till his eyes were gleaming. According to his old acquaintances gastronomy had always been his weak point and women. But he drank little and did not play cards.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking