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"A picture deserving the eyes of Sarah and Rebecca!" suggested Irene, going straight to the mirror before which she began, with raised arms, to arrange and modify the knot of hair on her head. Maryan, in good humor, was imploring his mother to let him have her portrait painted by one of the most noted artists in the city. "His brush is famous!
"See, Emil, how our old man looks! He is changed, is he not?" "But a moment ago you looked well!" blurted out Emil, and added: "Do not become wearisome, do not get sick. Sick people are fertilizers on the field of death and sickness is annoying!" "Splendidly said!" exclaimed Maryan. "No, no," answered Kranitski, "this is not important, it is an old trouble of the liver.
Sometimes Cara and her governess took part in these domestic gatherings; sometimes, also, though more and more rarely, they were enlivened by the presence of Maryan, who, in the intervals of reading, chaffed with his sister and mother, and argued with Kranitski about various tendencies in taste and literature.
Thou wilt find the address with Emil." He turned to the door; Kranitski held him by the hand, however, and looked into his face with eyes which were mist-covered. "Then it has come to this; for long years! It may be forever!" "Well, well! See, thou art growing tender," began Maryan, but he stopped, and over his rosy face passed something like a shade of feeling. "Well, my old man, embrace me!"
To-day I have heard whole odes sung in your honor; even Emil declares that you are eclipsing Irene with your beauty." She was smiling and also angry. Her dark gleaming eyes rose with love to the shapely face of her son, but, striving to be dignified, she said: "Maryan, you know that I am displeased at hearing you talk to me in such a tone." He laughed loudly.
You are greatly mistaken. I think and act differently from what you say. I have not had time to meditate over the theory of principles; but all my life has rested on one of them on labor. Skilled and iron labor was my principle, and it has made me what I am " "Pardon me for interrupting," exclaimed Maryan. "I beg you earnestly, but permit one question: What was the object of your labor?
Maryan looked at his father with an amazement which seemed to take away his speech. "You have not ended your twenty-third year yet, and the history of your romances has acquired broad notoriety in the world a number of times " Maryan recovered from his amazement slowly. "Affairs so completely personal " began he with a hesitating voice.
"And by millions!" called Maryan from the foot of the white monk Alberich. He took his shoulders from the monk's robe, and added: "Nowhere are there such colossal fortunes, and such powerful means of getting them, as on those fields spotted with animals."
He did not remember; he was unconscious of what happened after that; but it seemed that Irene seized in her arms the loudly weeping lady; that Maryan was there also, and many other persons, who, going in and passing out with silent tread and low words, produced a sound something like the rustle of leaves when they are falling.
And indeed he had the face of a man made happy, and also tilled with emotion; for, taking his place in one of the armchairs opposite Maryan, who sat in another, he listened to the baron's narrative, which gave details of his recent expedition. Baron Emil was uncommonly vivacious, but at the same time he feigned to be more nervous and excited than usual. He did not sit down for one instant.
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