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Seizing a palette-knife from a neighboring tray of brushes and paints, he stabbed thrice into the canvas, ripping the picture, wickedly, from top to bottom, from side to side. "Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha! You see her? I damn her there as she has damned me! Now you have heard my love, Ivan Mikhailovitch! Now you know! Go, then, out at that door, carrying your knowledge of me into the wide world. Take care!
My room-mate, Wencislaus Wendt, has done what he could for me. But the one who, in the beginning, did most who once helped us all in the Students' Quarter Boris Lemsky was taken away in the first spring after I came. He was a university man; but he was good to me. I owe him my life: everything I have. And now they say that what is it, Ivan Mikhailovitch? Why do you look so?
"Bah, Monsieur Impertinence! The yacht club's green tables see more of you than your Colonel, as we all know. Whom have you brought me?" "My brother officer and good friend, Lieutenant Ivan Mikhailovitch Gregoriev, lately of Moscow." Her Highness started and straightened. "Gregoriev! The son of Gregoriev of Moscow, here!
It was for this reason that de Windt paused for a full five minutes, and that Ivan's impatience was becoming visible, before he answered, gravely: "Ivan Mikhailovitch, you've seen a good deal of our 'manly' existence this winter, in Petersburg. I imagine you've got your own opinion of it. We won't discuss that.
"You might pity yourself, Ivan Mikhailovitch, because you have just had three blows about as big as the average man is called upon to bear throughout his lifetime. The mere fact that you haven't gone under altogether, says a good deal for your manliness. "I've been thinking, half the night, about your future: trying to put myself in your place.
Ivan saw that start, and understood it; but his voice betrayed no emotion as the customary good-mornings passed between them, and de Windt, seating himself and beginning to prepare his tea, said, quietly: "Ivan Mikhailovitch, you have not told me how you are going to begin in the work you were talking of last night. How are you to get a start?
It was in the form of a small packet, bearing the Petersburg mark, which, on opening, he found to contain a little pearl-studded bracelet, and a note that ran as follows: "MY DEAR IVAN MIKHAILOVITCH, The mother-superior of the Catherine Institute has forwarded to me a gift and a note designed by you for your cousin Nathalie.
I introduce to you, in Monsieur Ivan Mikhailovitch Gregoriev, a new composer; one who, a Russian of Russians, shall, I predict, carry the songs of our country beyond herself, and proclaim them over civilized Europe!"
Ivan longed but did not dare to inquire about her. So, at last, he walked back to his apartment, arm in arm with de Windt, who had been no less surprised than pleased at discovering him in the house of so established a leader as Madame Dravikine. De Windt, himself a celebrated dandy, began, as they left the Serghievskaia. "You are an enigma a deceiver, Ivan Mikhailovitch!
As his head was raised, the young girl gave a little cry, upon which her guardian seized her arm protectingly, glaring, the while, at the presumptuous one: "Let me go, Katrina! It is my cousin from Moscow Ivan Mikhailovitch! I knew that you were in Petersburg, Ivan. But you are out very early!" Ivan gave a joyous laugh.
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