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Depressed and irritable himself, everything, Lialia, the dark garden the distant starlit sky seemed to him sad and cold. He did not perceive that this dreamy mood concealed not sorrow, but the very essence and fulness of life.
Her voice, a high soprano, though not powerful, was sympathetic in quality. Ivanoff muttered, "That's sweet!" and Sanine exclaimed "Charming!" When she had finished they all clapped their hands and the sound was echoed strangely in the dark woods on either side. "Sing something else, Sinotschka!" cried Lialia; "or, better still, recite one of your own poems."
Oh! if I could live as she does." Yet this was only just a passing thought, for in reality he would on no account have wished to exchange his own spiritual tortures for the feather-brain existence of a Lialia. "Yourii! Yourii!" she exclaimed in a shrill voice though she was not more than three paces distant from him. Laughing roguishly, she handed him a little rose-coloured missive.
Oppressed as he was by the sense of his uncertain position and by the melancholy of the dying day, Yourii felt almost vexed by his sister's gaiety and by her merry voice. "What are you so pleased about?" he asked abruptly. "Well, I never!" cried Lialia, wide-eyed, while she laughed again, just as if her brother's question had reminded her of something particularly amusing.
Uttering a shriek, the maid-servant rushed indoors. Immediately afterwards it seemed to Yourii as if he were surrounded by a huge crowd of people. Some one poured cold water on his head, and a yellow leaf stuck to his brow, much to his discomfort. He heard excited voices on all sides, and some one sobbing, and crying out: "Youra, Youra! Oh! why, why?" "That's Lialia!" thought Yourii.
Enough of all that twaddle, please!" he said in so sharp a tone that Lialia was amazed. "Don't make such a fuss!" she exclaimed, pettishly. "If you are in love, what does it matter? I can't think why you always pose as such an extraordinary hero." This last sentence had a touch of feminine spite in it, and the shaft struck home.
Yourii smiled bitterly. "I know nothing nothing about it," faltered Lialia, with tears in her voice. "What?" cried Yourii, for he had not heard her remark. "Surely Tolia is not like the rest? It's impossible." She had never spoken of him by his pet name to Yourii before. Then, all at once, she began to weep. Touched by her distress, Yourii seized her hand. "Lialia! Lialitschka! What's the matter?
"What on earth do you mean?" exclaimed Yourii. "The third catastrophe is my own invention, just to heighten the effect; but as regards the other two, the news is correct. Sarudine shot himself last night, and I have just heard that Soloveitchik has committed suicide by hanging." "Impossible!" cried Lialia, jumping up. Her eyes expressed horror and intense curiosity.
"Yes, very much," she replied, so softly that Yourii guessed rather than heard what she said, striving to restrain her tears of joy. Yet Yourii thought that he could detect a certain note of sadness in her voice, and his pity for her, as his hatred of Riasantzeff, increased. "Why?" he asked, feeling amazed at such a question. Lialia looked up in astonishment, and laughed gently. "You silly boy!
"Yes," replied Yourii, bitterly, finding a certain pleasure in lashing his own sins, though conscious that he, Yourii, was absolutely different from other men. "Yes; that is one of the most monstrously unjust things in the world. She sells herself at least for money, to earn a living, whereas a man simply gives rein to his lust in wanton and shameless fashion." Lialia was silent.
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