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Updated: June 2, 2025
When Nikitin went into this room to go upstairs, the door from the nursery opened and shut with such a bang that it made the stairs and the cupboard tremble; Masha, in a dark dress, ran in with a piece of blue material in her hand, and, not noticing Nikitin, darted towards the stairs. "Stay . . ." said Nikitin, stopping her. "Good-evening, Godefroi . . . . Allow me. . . ."
We were together, Semyonov, Nikitin, Trenchard and I, after breakfast, smoking cigarettes, enjoying half an hour's idleness before setting about our various business. It was a blazing hot morning and the air quivered, like a silver curtain before our eyes, separating us from the dim blue forest of S beyond the river, the Nestor itself, the deep green slopes of our own hill.
He smiled that strange, happy, confident mysterious smile that I had seen first on the Petrograd platform. Then he turned and walked slowly towards the house. What Nikitin had said about Trenchard's expectation of "romantic war" was perhaps true, in different degrees, of all of us.
It happened that for several days I worked in the bandaging room directly under Nikitin. The work had a peculiar and really unanalysable fascination for me. It was perhaps the directness of contact that pleased me. But there was in my pleasure more than this. It was as though, through the bodies of the wounded soldiers, I was helping to drive home the attack upon our enemy.
I. R. Glass about "Fools," that I admired a contest so widely extended as to embrace oration, parliamentary usage and athletics, that I liked very much the "class Ruysdael," "costing in the neighbourhood of $100," and the "manufactured articles from abroad, illustrative of the habits and customs of foreigners." Nikitin came up to me. "Will you please set off at once with Mr. to Vulatch?" he said.
I fancied then that I could discern Marie Ivanovna's figure, then Nikitin, then Semyonov, then Molozov.... There was a great silence but I felt that every one was busily occupied in making ready for some affair. This was with half my consciousness with the other half I was perfectly aware of the actual room, of Trenchard, the creaking cradle and the rest.
In the very soul of Russia the mystery is stirring; here the restlessness, the eagerness, the disappointment, the vision of the pursuit is working; and some who are outside her gates she has drawn into that same search. I am not sure whether I may speak of Nikitin as my friend. I believe that no one in our Otriad save Trenchard could make, with truth, this claim.
We don't know what comfort is in Russia." A machine gun "rat-tat-tat-tated" close to us, and three rockets, like a flight of startled birds, rose suddenly together on the far horizon. "No, we have no comfort in Russia," repeated Nikitin. "Now I fancy that an English country-house...."
The President, Nikitin, quite sincerely thought that the officials with whom his duties brought him in contact were worthy of a place in history.
Semyonov recognised it.... I fancied that from that moment I could detect in his attitude to Nikitin a puzzled wonder that such an artist could be at the same time such a fool. I began to feel in Nikitin a very lively interest.
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