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"And a beautiful girl she was indeed; her figure was tall and slender, her eyes black as those of a mountain chamois, and they fairly looked into your soul. Pechorin, deep in thought, kept his gaze fixed upon her, and she, for her part, stole glances at him often enough from under her lashes.
"I have to go to the Commandant," he said, "so, if Pechorin comes, please send for me."... I gave my promise. He ran off as if his limbs had regained their youthful strength and suppleness. The morning was fresh and lovely. Golden clouds had massed themselves on the mountaintops like a new range of aerial mountains.
"How was that? Tell me." "No, guess! O, you who guess everything in the world!" ABOUT seven o'clock in the evening, I was walking on the boulevard. Grushnitski perceived me a long way off, and came up to me. A sort of ridiculous rapture was shining in his eyes. He pressed my hand warmly, and said in a tragic voice: "I thank you, Pechorin... You understand me?"
It was obvious that the old man was mortified by Pechorin's neglect, the more so because a short time previously he had been telling me of their friendship, and up to an hour ago had been convinced that Pechorin would come running up immediately on hearing his name.
"'What sort of a joke do you think you are playing? Your sword, please!... "'Mitka, my sword! "'Mitka brought the sword. My duty discharged, I sat down on the bed, facing Pechorin, and said: 'Listen here, Grigori Aleksandrovich, you must admit that this is a bad business. "'What is? "'Why, that you have carried off Bela... Ah, it is that beast Azamat!... Come, confess! I said.
Hereupon probably to drown sad memories he launched forth into a lengthy dissertation on the unpleasantness of learning news a year late. I did not interrupt him, nor did I listen. In an hour's time a chance of proceeding on our journey presented itself. The snowstorm subsided, the sky became clear, and we set off. On the way I involuntarily let the conversation turn on Bela and Pechorin.
In fact, judging by his account, there simply wasn't another like it in the whole world! "The young Tartar's beady eyes began to sparkle, but Pechorin didn't seem to notice the fact. I started to talk about something else, but immediately, mark you, Pechorin caused the conversation to strike off on to Kazbich's horse. Every time that Azamat came it was the same story.
"'But, supposing I am fond of her?... "Well, what could I say to that?... I was nonplussed. After a short interval of silence, however, I told him that if Bela's father were to claim her he would have to give her up. "'Not at all! "'But he will get to know that she is here. "'How? "Again I was nonplussed. "'Listen, Maksim Maksimych, said Pechorin, rising to his feet.
I simply wish to make the acquaintance of an agreeable household; and it would be extremely ridiculous if I were to cherish the slightest hope... With you, now, for instance, it is a different matter! You Petersburg conquerors! You have but to look and women melt... But do you know, Pechorin, what Princess Mary said of you?"... "What? She has spoken to you already about me?"...
"Thieves, guard!"... they cried. A gunshot rang out; a smoking wad fell almost at my feet. Within a minute I was in my own room, undressed and in bed. My manservant had only just locked the door when Grushnitski and the captain began knocking for admission. "Pechorin! Are you asleep? Are you there?"... cried the captain. "I am in bed," I answered angrily. "Get up! Thieves!... Circassians!"...
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