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Updated: June 13, 2025
"What pitiful figures they are, though!" thought Von Koren. "The life they are living does not come easy to them. I shall be in Moscow and Petersburg; can I send you anything?" he asked. "Oh!" said Nadyezhda Fyodorovna, and she looked anxiously at her husband. "I don't think there's anything. . . ." "No, nothing . . ." said Laevsky, rubbing his hands. "Our greetings."
"What a bore this is!" said Laevsky. "One minute, one minute . . . it's near." Near the old rampart they went down a narrow alley between two empty enclosures, then they came into a sort of large yard and went towards a small house. "That's Muridov's, isn't it?" asked Laevsky. "Yes." "But why we've come by the back yards I don't understand. We might have come by the street; it's nearer. . . ."
"If you don't give me an interview to-day, I shall take measures, I assure you on my word of honour. You can't treat decent people like this; you must understand that." That was from Kirilin. Laevsky received two notes; he opened one and read: "Don't go away, my darling." "Who could have written that?" he thought. "Not Samoylenko, of course.
In her own room she lighted the candle and quickly undressed, but instead of getting into bed, she sank on her knees before a chair, flung her arms round it, and rested her head on it. It was past two when Laevsky came home.
"You can set your mind at rest; the duel will end in nothing. Laevsky will magnanimously fire into the air he can do nothing else; and I daresay I shall not fire at all. To be arrested and lose my time on Laevsky's account the game's not worth the candle. By the way, what is the punishment for duelling?"
A steamer, judging by its lights, a big passenger one, had just come in. He heard the clank of the anchor chain. A red light was moving rapidly from the shore in the direction of the steamer: it was the Customs boat going out to it. "The passengers are asleep in their cabins . . ." thought Laevsky, and he envied the peace of mind of other people. The windows in Samoylenko's house were open.
"Yes, but we are on bad terms. She could not forgive me for this affair." Samoylenko was fond of his friend. He looked upon Laevsky as a good-natured fellow, a student, a man with no nonsense about him, with whom one could drink, and laugh, and talk without reserve. What he understood in him he disliked extremely.
Laevsky climbed in at the window, and when he reached Samoylenko, seized him by the hand. "Alexandr Daviditch," he said in a shaking voice, "save me! I beseech you, I implore you. Understand me! My position is agonising. If it goes on for another two days I shall strangle myself like . . . like a dog." "Wait a bit. . . . What are you talking about exactly?" "Light a candle."
In the whole town she was the only one who could be attractive, while there were numbers of men, so they must all, whether they would or not, be envious of Laevsky.
Boyko counted out the steps while his companion drew his sabre and scratched the earth at the extreme points to mark the barrier. In complete silence the opponents took their places. "Moles," the deacon thought, sitting in the bushes. Sheshkovsky said something, Boyko explained something again, but Laevsky did not hear or rather heard, but did not understand.
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