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Updated: June 20, 2025
These were the bank and the exchange, which stood with opposing fronts, and, with their multitude of windows, seemed to gaze eye to eye at each other. Kranitski looked neither at these piles nor the throng of men circulating about them. He had never had anything in common with activity in those buildings.
Until all standing forth in the full light of that winter morning began like a pearl shell to interchange various colors and lustres, and to drop from the walls and ceilings reflections of gold on the shining floor. Kranitski ascended a carpeted stairway, which was adorned with lamps and statues.
"As for me," put in Kranitski, with animation, "I will finish it by offering you any satisfaction which you may demand. I await your seconds." Darvid laughed loudly and sharply. "A duel! Do you think that the world would not know the cause of it? Your former betrothed would appear in the matter.
Sorrow had closed his throat; he was sunk in reminiscences. He felt with perfect tangibleness that breath of cold air which was blowing around him. In this manner did Time blow on the man Time, that merciless jester, who had always circled about playing various pranks on him; but Kranitski had never looked into the face of that jester, with attention.
Again his face changed and he groaned; the old woman surrendered, but the question of money remained. Kranitski took a bill out of his pocketbook, held it between two fingers, and thought. This is too small. That kind of liqueur which the baron drinks is very expensive. Vexation was evident on his face.
Kranitski rubbed his hands; he walked with springy step, and erect shoulders, through the little drawing-room, but not even delight could round his cheeks, which had dropped during recent days somewhat; neither could it freshen the yellow tint on them. Mother Clemens halted in the middle of the room and followed him with her two pair of eyes. "See, my lords!
Some minutes later, in a Turkish dressing-gown with patched lining and mended sleeves, Kranitski lay on his long chair, opposite his collection of pipes, and, in deep thought, twirled his golden cigarette-case. In vain did Mother Clemens urge him to eat a little of that Arabian pate and drink a glass of liqueur; he tried, but could swallow nothing.
"Give me rest!" answered Kranitski in a complaining voice. "I am sick, the most wretched of men. Everything is past for me I beg you to look to the door, so that no one may enter; I am suffering too much to let in impertinent people." There were tears in his eyes, and his appearance was wretched.
He writes that management in Lipovka goes well; that again he has set out a hundred fruit-trees in the garden; that in four weeks he will come and bring a little money." "Money!" whispered Kranitski; "but that is well!" "It is surely well, for that Jew would have taken your furniture if I had not pushed him down the steps, and a second time begged him to wait." She laughed.
I stand with one foot in the grave, and should I fight about a rouble when thou art in need of it?" Kranitski raised his hands and his eyes: "What a heart!" whispered he; "what attachment! No one can equal the old servants of our ancient families!"
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