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Updated: June 20, 2025
"Let us go, Mariana; everything is ready. We must fulfil his wish," Solomin said to her. Mariana drew near to Nejdanov and pressed her lips against his forehead which was already turning cold. "Come," she said, turning to Solomin. They went out, hand in hand. When the police arrived at the factory a few hours later, they found Nejdanov's corpse.
Now he's a real friend!" "Like me" "No not like you." "How?" She turned away suddenly. "Oh! Don't you understand what you have become for me, and what I am feeling at this moment?" Nejdanov's heart beat violently; he looked down.
Her heart was overflowing with gratitude, pride, devotion, resoluteness. Her face and eyes shone; she laid her other hand on Nejdanov's her lips parted in ecstasy. She became marvellously beautiful! He ceased at last, and suddenly seemed to see THIS face for the first time, although it was so dear and so familiar to him. He gave a deep sigh. "Ah! how well I did to tell you everything!"
All the people surrounding him were evidently personages of some importance, and as they all knew one another, they kept exchanging remarks, exclamations, greetings, occasionally even over Nejdanov's head. He sat there motionless and ill at ease in his spacious armchair, feeling like an outcast. Ostrovsky's play and Sadovsky's acting afforded him but little pleasure, and he felt bitter at heart.
"All the same, it will have to be altered afterwards." The conversation turned to political channels again. The mysterious inner pain again began gnawing at Nejdanov's heart, but the keener the pain, the more positively and loudly he spoke. He had drunk only one glass of beer, but it seemed to him at times that he was quite intoxicated. His head swam around and his heart beat feverishly.
It brought back to Nejdanov's mind how once, before he had entered the university, when he was staying with some friends of his in the country one summer, he had undertaken to tell the children some stories; they had also paid no attention to descriptions, personal expressions, personal sensations, they had also demanded nothing but facts and figures.
Then we may see each other again perhaps. They might send us there!" Mashurina sighed. "Oh, Alexai Dmitritch " "What is it?" Nejdanov asked. Mashurina looked intense. "Oh, nothing. Goodbye. It's nothing." She squeezed Nejdanov's hand a second time and went out. "There is not a soul in St. Petersburg who is so attached to me as this eccentric person," he thought.
"Supposing we go into the public garden. The weather is lovely. We can sit and look at the people." "Come along." They moved on; Markelov and Solomin in front, Nejdanov in the rear. STRANGE was the state of Nejdanov's soul. In the last two days so many new sensations, new faces.... For the first time in his life he had come in close contact with a girl whom in all probability he loved.
What do you imply by the words 'gave herself'? I don't know what your sister told you, but I assure you " "I didn't mean physically, but morally, that is, with the heart and soul," Markelov interrupted him. He was obviously displeased with Nejdanov's exclamation. "She couldn't have done better. As for my sister, she didn't, of course, wish to hurt me.
He then went up to the little three-legged table, pulled out of a drawer two sealed letters and some other object which he thrust into his pocket; the letters he left on the table. Then he crouched down before the stove and opened the little door. A whole heap of ashes lay inside. This was all that remained of Nejdanov's papers, of his sacred book of verses ... He had burned them all in the night.
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