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"I am separated from my wife," Lavretsky answered with an effort, "please do not ask questions about her." "Yes, sir," replied the old man mournfully. After three weeks had passed by, Lavretsky rode into O to the Kalitins, and spent an evening with them. Lemm was there; Lavretsky took a great liking to him.
Panshine was not at the Kalitines' that evening, for the Governor had sent him somewhere into the country. Liza played unaccompanied, and that with great accuracy. Lemm grew lively and animated, rolled up a sheet of paper, and conducted the music. Maria Dmitrievna looked at him laughingly for a while, and then went off to bed. According to her, Beethoven was too agitating for her nerves.
Then he fell to thinking of Lisa, that she could hardly love Panshin, that if he had met her under different circumstances God knows what might have come of it; that he undertook Lemm though Lisa had no words of "her own:" but that, he thought, was not true; she had words of her own. "Don't speak light of that," came back to Lavretsky's mind.
Petersburg; but Fedor Ivanovich has lived all the time on his estate." "Yes, and mamma too is dead, since then." "And Marfa Timofeevna," said Shurochka. "And Nastasia Corpovna," continued Lenochka, "and Monsieur Lemm." "What? is Lemm dead too?" asked Lavretsky. "Yes," answered young Kalitine. "He went away from here to Odessa. Some one is said to have persuaded him to go there, and there he died."
Peevish and wrinkled, his face bore scarcely any resemblance to that which, austerely inspired, had looked royally down upon Lavretsky twenty-four hours before, from all the height of its artistic grandeur. "What do you want?" asked Lemm. "I cannot play every night. I have taken a tisane." But Lavretsky's face wore a strong expression which could not escape notice.
"'Ye stars, pure stars," repeated Lemm... "'You look down upon the righteous and guilty alike.. but only the pure in heart, or something of that kind 'comprehend you' that is, no 'love you. But I am not a poet. I'm not equal to it! Something for that kind, though, something lofty."
"It's no matter, no matter," he repeated a second time in Russian. "You are a good girl. Here is some one coming to pay you a visit. Good-bye. You are a very good girl." And Lemm made his way with hasty steps to the gate, through which there was passing a gentleman who was a stranger to him, dressed in a grey paletot and a broad straw hat.
I wouldn't for any thing have ventured to sing my romance before you. I know you are no admirer of the light style in music." "I didn't hear it," said the new-comer, in imperfect Russian. Then, having bowed to all the party, he stood still in an awkward attitude in the middle of the room. "I suppose, Monsieur Lemm," said Maria Dmitrievna, "you have come to give Liza a music lesson."
But they remained untouched on the shelves of the music shops; silently they disappeared and left no trace behind, just as if they had been dropped into a river by night. At last Lemm bade farewell to every thing Old age gained upon him, and he hardened, he grew stiff in mind, just as his fingers had stiffened.
She can love only what is noble. But he is not noble; that is to say, his soul is not noble." Lemm uttered the whole of this speech fluently, and with animation, walking backwards and forwards with short steps in front of the tea-table, his eyes running along the ground meanwhile. "Dearest Maestro!" suddenly exclaimed Lavretsky, "I think you are in love with my cousin yourself."
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