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Updated: June 12, 2025
"If you look in the glass you will see yellow patches and hollow eyes." "I have many causes of anxiety." "So have I. Good-bye," said Mark, and was gone. Raisky went into the study and walked up to the bed on tiptoe. "Who is there?" asked Leonti feebly. When Leonti recognised Raisky he pushed his feet out of bed, and sat up. "Is he gone?" he asked weakly. "I pretended to be asleep.
Shortly after this Raisky took Leonti to the old house, to show him the room that Tatiana Markovna had arranged for him. Leonti went from one window to another to see which of them commanded a view of the Moscow road. On a misty autumn day, as Vera sat at work in her room, Yakob brought her a letter written on blue paper, which had been brought by a lad who had instructions to wait for an answer.
Leonti did not hear, and did not even see Raisky go. When he reached home, Raisky gave his aunt an account of Leonti's condition, telling her that there was no danger, but that no sympathy would help matters. Yakob was sent to look after the sick man and Tatiana Markovna did not forget to send an abundant supper, with tea, rum, wine and all sorts of other things.
Will you take instalments from my salary for them? I would sell all I have, pledge myself and my wife." "No, thank you," broke in Juliana Andreevna, "I can pledge or sell myself if I want to." Leonti and Raisky looked at one another. "She does not think before she speaks," said Leonti. "But tell me what the condition is."
"Give me another pair of trousers. Have you any wine in the house? "What's the matter, and where have you been?" asked Leonti suddenly, who had just noticed that Mark was covered up to the waist with wet and slime. "Give me another pair of trousers quick," said Mark impatiently. "What is the good of chattering?"
"Wait!" said Leonti, and as he opened the window Mark swung himself into the room. "Who is that behind you. Whom have you brought with you?" asked Leonti in terror. "No one. Do you imagine there's a ghost. Ah! there is someone scrambling up." "Boris, you? How did you happen to arrive together," he exclaimed as Raisky sprang into the room. Mark cast a hasty glance on Boris and turned to Leonti.
"Listen," said Mark. "I am hungry, and Leonti has nothing to give me. Can you help me to storm an inn?" "As far as I am concerned. But the thing can be managed without the application of force." "It is late, and the inns are shut. No one will open willingly, especially when it is known that I am in the case; consequently we must enter by storm.
"I chattered, I boasted," laughed Leonti bitterly, "and was without understanding. But for this I never should have understood. I thought I loved the ancients, while my whole love was given to the living woman. Yes, Boris, I loved books and my gymnasium, the ancients and the moderns, my scholars, and you, Boris; I loved the street, this hedge, the service tree there, only through my love for her.
The lines of her neck and bosom charmed him, and her head recalled to him Roman heads seen on bas-reliefs and cameos. Leonti did not recognise Raisky, when his friend suddenly entered his study. "I have not the honour," he began. But when Boris Pavlovich opened his lips he embraced him. "Wife! Ulinka!" he cried into the garden. "Come quickly, and see who has come to see us."
"Have you no desires, does nothing call you away from this place, have you no longings for freedom and space, and don't you feel cramped in this narrow frame of hedge, church spire and house, under your very nose?" "Have I so little to look at under my nose?" asked Leonti, pointing to the books. "I have books, pupils, and in addition a wife and peace of heart, isn't that enough?" "Are books life?
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