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Yet this only depressed him the more, and relief was finally obtained by the simple question: "Why, after all, do I torment myself in this way?" Disgusted at all such futile processes of self-examination, Yourii, nerveless and exhausted, finally fell asleep. Lialia wept in her room for such a long while that at last, her face buried in the pillows, she fell asleep.
They all stood at the front door, in the moonlight. "What a lovely night!" exclaimed Lialia, as unconsciously she drew closer to her lover. She did not wish him to go yet. Riasantzeff with his elbow pressed her warm, round arm. "Yes, it's a wonderful night!" he replied, giving to these simple words a meaning that they two alone could seize.
"There is one behind you, in the hamper." Semenoff coolly produced the candle. "Are you really going?" asked a tall girl, magnificently proportioned. Lialia called her Sina, her surname being Karsavina. "Of course I am. Why not?" replied Yourii, striving to show utter indifference. He recollected having done this when engaged in some of his political adventures.
At least, he might have confessed it to me! But he didn't! Oh! it's abominable! Kissing a lot of other women, and perhaps, even ... It's awful. Oh I I'm so wretched!" A little frog hopped across the path, With legs outstretched! Thus sang Lialia, mentally, as she spied a little grey ball hopping timidly across the slippery foot-path.
"You can't take matters so lightly," he replied petulantly, "nor can you be expected to know everything that goes on. You have no idea of all the vile things of life; you are too young, too pure." "Oh! indeed!" said Lialia, laughing, and flattered. Then in a more serious tone she continued, "Do you suppose that I have not thought of such things?
"There's nothing else to be done!" sighed Riasantzeff, in droll fashion, as he followed Lialia on to the balcony. It was still raining. The monotonous sound of falling drops filled the air; but the sky seemed clearer now, and there was a break in the clouds.
"Now, we must all go to bye-bye," said Lialia, laughingly, when he had taken his leave. Then she sighed, being loth to leave the moonlight, the soft night air, and all for which her youth and beauty longed. Yourii remembered that his father had not yet retired to rest, and feared that, if they met, a painful and useless discussion would be inevitable.
"Oh! you, and your night!" muttered Ivanoff in his deep bass. "I'm sleepy, so good-night, sirs!" And he slouched off, along the street, swinging his arms like the sails of a windmill. Novikoff and Semenoff went next, and Riasantzeff was a long while saying good-bye to Lialia, pretending to talk about the picnic.
Some ran races and others clambered up the hill-side. All around was so calm and bright and the green woods so fair, that nothing sad or sinister could cast its shadows on their souls. "If everybody were to jump about and run like this," said Riasantzeff, flushed and breathless, "nine-tenths of the world's diseases would not exist." "Nor the vices either," added Lialia.
Yourii noticed her dejection, and was morbidly pleased thereat, as if he had revenged himself on some one he loved for a gross personal insult. At home his ill-humour was increased. During dinner Lialia repeated what Riasantzeff had told her about Soloveitchik. As the men were removing the corpse, several urchins had called out: "Ikey's hanged himself! Ikey's hanged himself!"
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