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Updated: June 1, 2025
'And she loves him? he queried. 'She loves him.... Pasinkov looked down, and gazed a long while at the floor without moving. 'Well, it must be set right, he began, raising his head, things can't be left like this. And he took up his hat. 'Where are you going? 'To Asanov. I jumped up from the sofa. 'But I won't let you. Good heavens! how can you! what will he think? Pasinkov looked at me.
This Masha, her relations with Pasinkov, his letters, the hidden love of Sophia Nikolaevna's sister for him.... 'Poor fellow! poor fellow! I whispered, with a catching in my breath. I thought of all Pasinkov's life, his childhood, his youth, Fraeulein Frederike.... 'Well, I thought, 'much fate gave to thee! much cause for joy! Next day I went again to see Sophia Nikolaevna.
But, it's queer, he added, after a brief pause, 'it's queer you should have chanced just on that.... Queer. I began to read another poem, but Pasinkov was not listening to me; he looked away, and twice he repeated again: 'Queer! I let the book drop on my knees. "There is a girl, their neighbour," he whispered, and turning to me he asked 'I say, do you remember Sophia Zlotnitsky?
All that evening I stayed at home, but I did not think of her; I kept thinking and thinking of my dear, never-to-be-forgotten Pasinkov the last of the idealists; and emotions, mournful and tender, pierced with sweet anguish into my soul, rousing echoes on the strings of a heart not yet quite grown old.... Peace to your ashes, unpractical man, simple-hearted idealist! and God grant to all practical men to whom you were always incomprehensible, and who, perhaps, will laugh even now over you in the grave God grant to them to experience even a hundredth part of those pure delights in which, in spite of fate and men, your poor and unambitious life was so rich!
To this day, whenever I look upon a cloudless sky at night, with the softly quivering stars, I always recall Schubert's melody and Pasinkov.... An excursion into the country comes back to my mind. We set out, a whole party of us, in two hired four-wheel carriages, to Pargolovo.
I looked at Pasinkov; the calm and severe, though mournful, expression of his face impressed me; it was new to me. I made no reply, and sat down on the sofa. Pasinkov went out. In what agonies of suspense I waited for his return! With what cruel slowness the time lingered by! At last he came back late. 'Well? I queried in a timid voice. 'Thank goodness! he answered; 'it's all settled.
Pasinkov was unchanged in his behaviour to me up to the end of my time at the school, though the difference in our ages began to be more noticeable, and I, I remember, grew jealous of some of his new student friends. His influence on me was most beneficial. It was a pity it did not last longer.
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