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He was from Moscow his name Paul Leontievitch Rozanov and I met him on a later occasion of which I shall have to tell in its place. Then there were two young girls who giggled a great deal and whispered together. They hung around Nina and stroked her hair and admired her dress, and laughed at Boris Grogoff and any one else who was near them. Nina was immensely happy.
In the Middle Ages Nicolai Leontievitch Markovitch would have been called, I suppose, a Magician a very half-hearted and unsatisfactory one he would always have been and he would have been most certainly burnt at the stake before he had accomplished any magic worthy of the name. His inventions, so far as I saw anything of them, were innocent and simple enough.
I mentioned even the Enchanter and the Sleeping Beauty! How he laughed at me! He would never leave me alone. 'Nicolai Leontievitch believes in Holy Russia! he would say. 'Not so much Holy, you understand, as Bewitched. A Fairy Garden, ladies, with a sleeping beauty in the middle of it. Dear me, Nicolai Leontievitch, no wonder you are heart-free!
On this evening there was to be, in honour of young Bohun, an especially fine dinner. A message had come from him that he would appear with his boxes at half-past seven. When I arrived Vera was busy in the kitchen, and Nina adding in her bedroom extra ribbons and laces to her costume; Boris Nicolaievitch was not present; Nicolai Leontievitch was working in his den. I went through to him.
Around and about me marvellous silence.... In the early autumn of 1916 I met at a dinner-party Nicolai Leontievitch Markovitch. In the course of a conversation I informed him that I had been for a year with the Ninth Army in Galicia, and he then asked me whether I had met his wife's uncle Alexei Petrovitch Semyonov, who was also with the Ninth Army.
Besides, he's a powerful man. He's difficult to resist very difficult to resist...." "Why have you given up your inventions, Nicolai Leontievitch?" I said to him, suddenly turning round upon him. "My inventions?" he repeated, seeming very startled at that. "Yes, your inventions." "No, no.... Understand, I have no more use for them. There are other things now to think about more important things."
"No one despises you, Nicolai Leontievitch," I interrupted. "And what does it matter if they do?" he fiercely retorted. "I despise them all of them. It's easy for them when everything goes well with them, but with me everything goes wrong. Everything!... But I'm strong enough to make everything go right and I will." This was, for the time, the end of his confidences.
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