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Marya Dmitrievna laughed at first, as she looked at him, later on she went off to bed; in her own words, Beethoven was too agitating for her nerves. At midnight Lavretsky accompanied Lemm to his lodging and stopped there with him till three o'clock in the morning. Lemm talked a great deal; his bent figure grew erect, his eyes opened wide and flashed fire; his hair even stood up on his forehead.
"For instance," he said at length, "something in this way 'O stars, pure stars!" Lavretsky turned a little, and began to regard him attentively. "'O stars, pure stars!" repeated Lemm, "'you look alike on the just and the unjust. But only the innocent of heart' or something of that kind 'understand you' that is to say, no 'love you. However, I am not a poet. What am I thinking about!
"I am only wasting my time here uselessly." Lavretsky did not reply at once. He seemed lost in a reverie. "Very good," he said at last; "I will go with you myself." Refusing the assistance of a servant, Lemm packed his little portmanteau, growing peevish the while and groaning over it, and then tore up and burnt some sheets of music paper. The carriage came to the door.
"No; not Lizaveta Mikhailovna, but Elena Miknailovna." "Oh, indeed! very good. Lenochka, go up-stairs with Monsieur Lemm." The old man was about to follow the little girl, when Panshine stopped him. "Don't go away when the lesson is over, Christopher Fedorovich," he said. "Lizaveta Mikhailovna and I are going to play a duet one of Beethoven's sonatas."
Liza looked over his shoulder at his work. "In drawing, as also in life in general," said Panshine, turning his head now to the right, now to the left, "lightness and daring those are the first requisites." At this moment Lemm entered the room, and after bowing gravely, was about to retire; but Panshine flung the album and pencil aside, and prevented him from leaving the room.
"My wife has come," said Lavretsky, with drooping head, and then he suddenly burst into a fit of involuntary laughter. Lemm's face expressed astonishment, but he preserved a grave silence, only wrapping his dressing-gown tighter around him. "I suppose you don't know," continued Lavretsky. "I supposed I saw in a newspaper that she was dead." "O h! Was it lately you saw that?" asked Lemm. "Yes."
They shouted and cried aloud to such an extent that every one in the house was disturbed, and poor Lemm, who had shut himself up in his room the moment Mikhalevich arrived, felt utterly perplexed, and even began to entertain some vague form of fear. "Does a blasé man ever look like me?" answered Lavretsky.
There was no candle in the room; the light of the rising moon fell aslant on the window; the soft air was vibrating with sound; the poor little room seemed a holy place, and the old man's head stood out noble and inspired in the silvery half light. Lavretsky went up to him and embraced him. At first Lemm did not respond to his embrace and even pushed him away with his elbow.
Lemm was advised to leave the country, but he did not like to go home penniless from Russia from the great Russia, that golden land of artists. So be determined to remain and seek his fortune there. During the course of ten years, the poor German continued to seek his fortune. It was the only thing that supported him.
Accordingly the second part of the sonata tolerably quick allegro would not do at all. At the twentieth bar Panshine, who was a couple of bars behind, gave in, and pushed back his chair with a laugh. "No!" he exclaimed, "I cannot play to-day. It is fortunate that Lemm cannot hear us; he would have had a fit." Liza stood up, shut the piano, and then turned to Panshine.
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