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She meant it when she said that I frightened her. But she doesn't love Panshin either a poor consolation!" Lavretsky went back to Vassilyevskoe, but he could not get through four days there so dull it seemed to him. He was also in agonies of suspense; the news announced by M. Jules required confirmation, and he had received no letters of any kind.
Lavretsky felt all this; he would not have troubled himself to answer Panshin by himself; he had spoken only for Lisa's sake. They had said nothing to one another, their eyes even had seldom met. But they both knew that they had grown closer that evening, they knew that they liked! and disliked the same things. On one point only were they divided; but Lisa secretly hoped to bring him to God.
"You now have just returned to Russia, what do you intend to do?" "Cultivate the soil," answered Lavretsky, "and try to cultivate it as well as possible." "That is very praiseworthy, no doubt," rejoined Panshin, "and I have been told that you have already had great success in that line; but you must allow that not every one is fit for pursuits of that kind."
Lavretsky championed the youth and the independence of Russia; he was ready to throw over himself and his generation, but he stood up for the new men, their convictions and desires. Panshin answered sharply and irritably.
His care-worn air disappeared; he smiled and grew lively, unbuttoned his coat, and repeating "a poor artist, alas! Now you, I have heard, are a real artist; he followed Varvara Pavlovna to the piano.... "Make him sing his song, 'How the Moon Floats," cried Marya Dmitrievna. "Do you sing?" said Varvara Pavlovna, enfolding him in a rapid radiant look. "Sit down." Panshin began to cry off.
My soul is full of love's cruel smart, And longing vain; But thou art calm, as that cold moon, That knows not pain. The second couplet was sung by Panshin with special power and expression, the sound of waves was heard in the stormy accompaniment. After the words "and longing vain," he sighed softly, dropped his eyes and let his voice gradually die away, morendo.
"Very well, let us begin," said Lisa. The first adagio went fairly successfully though Panshin made more than one false note. His own compositions and what he had practised thoroughly he played very nicely, but he played at sight badly.
Marya Dmitrievna did not give Lavretsky an over-cordial welcome when he made his appearance the following day. "Upon my word, he's always in and out," she thought. She did not much care for him, and Panshin, under whose influence she was, had been very artful and disparaging in his praises of him the evening before.
He led the conversation round to Panshin. "Vladimir Nikolaitch has a good heart," said Lisa, "and he is clever; mother likes him." "And do you like him?" "He is nice; why should I not like him?" "Ah!" A half ironical, half mournful expression crossed his face. "Well, may God grant them happiness," he muttered as though to himself. Lisa flushed. "You are mistaken, Fedor Ivanitch.
Lavretsky spent the winter in Moscow; and in the spring of the following year the news reached him that Lisa had taken the veil in the B -convent, in one of the remote parts of Russia. Epilogue Eight years had passed by. Once more the spring had come.... But we will say a few words first of the fate of Mihalevitch, Panshin, and Madame Laverestky and then take leave of them.
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