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'Are you sad? "'No! "'Do you want anything? "'No! "'You are pining for your kinsfolk? "'I have none! "Sometimes for whole days not a word could be drawn from her but 'Yes' and 'No. "So I straightway proceeded to talk to Pechorin about her." "'LISTEN, Maksim Maksimych, said Pechorin.
We went out into the corridor, at the end of which there was an open door leading into a side room. The manservant and a driver were dragging portmanteaux into the room. "I say, my man!" the staff-captain asked him: "Whose is that marvellous carriage? Eh? A beautiful carriage!" Without turning round the manservant growled something to himself as he undid a portmanteau. Maksim Maksimych grew angry.
While saying this he had taken his seat in the carriage, and the coachman was already gathering up the reins. "Wait, wait!" cried Maksim Maksimych suddenly, holding on to the carriage door. "I was nearly forgetting altogether.
You young men are fashionable and proud: under the Circassian bullets you are friendly enough with us... but when you meet us afterwards you are ashamed even to give us your hand!" "I have not deserved these reproaches, Maksim Maksimych." "Well, but you know I'm quite right. However, I wish you all good luck and a pleasant journey." We took a rather cold farewell of each other.
"I am going to Persia and farther."... "But surely not immediately?... Wait a little, my dear fellow!... Surely we are not going to part at once?... What a long time it is since we have seen each other!"... "It is time for me to go, Maksim Maksimych," was the reply. "Good heavens, good heavens! But where are you going to in such a hurry? There was so much I should have liked to tell you!
At last he lay down, but for a long time he kept coughing, spitting, and tossing about. "The bugs are biting you, are they not?" I asked. "Yes, that is it," he answered, with a heavy sigh. I woke early the next morning, but Maksim Maksimych had anticipated me. I found him sitting on the little bench at the gate.
AFTER parting with Maksim Maksimych, I galloped briskly through the gorges of the Terek and Darial, breakfasted in Kazbek, drank tea in Lars, and arrived at Vladikavkaz in time for supper. I spare you a description of the mountains, as well as exclamations which convey no meaning, and word-paintings which convey no image especially to those who have never been in the Caucasus.
I offered to share my own room with him, and he accepted my hospitality without standing upon ceremony; he even clapped me on the shoulder and puckered up his mouth by way of a smile a queer fellow, that!... Maksim Maksimych was profoundly versed in the culinary art. He roasted the pheasant astonishingly well and basted it successfully with cucumber sauce.
"'But, supposing I am fond of her?... "Well, what could I say to that?... I was nonplussed. After a short interval of silence, however, I told him that if Bela's father were to claim her he would have to give her up. "'Not at all! "'But he will get to know that she is here. "'How? "Again I was nonplussed. "'Listen, Maksim Maksimych, said Pechorin, rising to his feet.
"In truth, there's nothing for me to tell, dear Maksim Maksimych... However, good-bye, it is time for me to be off... I am in a hurry... I thank you for not having forgotten me," he added, taking him by the hand. The old man knit his brows. He was grieved and angry, although he tried to hide his feelings. "Forget!" he growled.
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