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Updated: June 19, 2025
And this, she went on, addressing me, and indicating her guests in turn, 'Count Malevsky, Doctor Lushin, Meidanov the poet, the retired captain Nirmatsky, and Byelovzorov the hussar, whom you've seen already.
Stand! show thyself or death! or simply to strike.... Every sound, every whisper and rustle, seemed to me portentous and extraordinary.... I prepared myself.... I bent forward.... But half-an-hour passed, an hour passed; my blood had grown quieter, colder; the consciousness that I was doing all this for nothing, that I was even a little absurd, that Malevsky had been making fun of me, began to steal over me.
But my blood, anyway, was sometimes on fire with indignation when Malevsky approached her, with a sly, fox-like action, leaned gracefully on the back of her chair, and began whispering in her ear with a self-satisfied and ingratiating little smile, while she folded her arms across her bosom, looked intently at him and smiled too, and shook her head.
'What an intolerable person! he keeps interrupting ... who doesn't like flattery? 'One more last question, observed Malevsky, 'has the queen a husband? 'I hadn't thought about that. No, why should she have a husband? 'To be sure, assented Malevsky, 'why should she have a husband? 'Silence! cried Meidanov in French, which he spoke very badly. 'Merci! Zinaida said to him.
There is nothing but the sound of their shrill cry, and her wreath left lying on the bank. Zinaida ceased. 'And is that all? asked Meidanov. 'That's all. 'That can't be the subject of a whole poem, he observed pompously, 'but I will make use of your idea for a lyrical fragment. 'In the romantic style? queried Malevsky. 'Of course, in the romantic style Byronic.
She pricked it, and he did in fact begin to laugh,... and she laughed, thrusting the pin in pretty deeply, and peeping into his eyes, which he vainly strove to keep in other directions.... I understood least of all the relations existing between Zinaida and Count Malevsky.
'There, I really don't know what you would have done.... 'In the capacity of court physician, answered Lushin, 'I would have advised the queen not to give balls when she was not in the humour for entertaining her guests.... 'Perhaps you would have been right. And you, Count?... 'And I? repeated Malevsky with his evil smile....
Zinaida's tears had completely overwhelmed me; I positively did not know what to think, and was ready to cry myself; I was a child after all, in spite of my sixteen years. I had now given up thinking about Malevsky, though Byelovzorov looked more and more threatening every day, and glared at the wily count like a wolf at a sheep; but I thought of nothing and of no one.
The game of forfeits went on for a short time after this little scene; every one felt rather ill at ease, not so much on account of this scene, as from another, not quite definite, but oppressive feeling. No one spoke of it, but every one was conscious of it in himself and in his neighbour. Meidanov read us his verses; and Malevsky praised them with exaggerated warmth.
There are crowds of guests, all of them are young, handsome, and brave, all are frantically in love with the queen. 'Are there no women among the guests? queried Malevsky. 'No or wait a minute yes, there are some. 'Are they all ugly? 'No, charming. But the men are all in love with the queen. She is tall and graceful; she has a little gold diadem on her black hair.
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