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I called out of the window. "Thank you. I am not thirsty, somehow." "Oh, do have some! It is late, you know, and cold!" "No, thank you"... "Well, just as you like!" I began my tea alone. About ten minutes afterwards my old captain came in. "You are right, you know; it would be better to have a drop of tea but I was waiting for Pechorin.
She did not take his hand, but remained silent. But I, standing there behind the door, was able through a chink to observe her countenance, and I felt sorry for her such a deathly pallor shrouded that charming little face! Hearing no answer, Pechorin took a few steps towards the door. He was trembling, and shall I tell you?
One day Pechorin suddenly broke out with: "'I see, Azamat, that you have taken a desperate fancy to that horse of Kazbich's, but you'll no more see him than you will the back of your neck! Come, tell me, what would you give if somebody made you a present of him? "'Anything he wanted, answered Azamat.
You do not beg my forgiveness?... Bethink you well: has your conscience nothing to say to you?" "Mr. Pechorin!" exclaimed the captain of dragoons. "Allow me to point out that you are not here to preach... Let us lose no time, in case anyone should ride through the gorge and we should be seen." "Very well. Doctor, come here!" The doctor came up to me. Poor doctor!
"Then I drew level with Pechorin and shouted to him: "'It is Kazbich! "He looked at me, nodded, and struck his horse with his whip. "At last we were within gunshot of Kazbich. Whether it was that his horse was jaded or not so good as ours, I don't know, but, in spite of all his efforts, it did not get along very fast. I fancy at that moment he remembered his Karagyoz! "I looked at Pechorin.
At that moment I went up and bowed to Princess Mary. She blushed a little, and went on rapidly: "Is it not true, Monsieur Pechorin, that the grey cloak suits Monsieur Grushnitski much better?"... "I do not agree with you," I answered: "he is more youthful-looking still in his uniform."
"Tell us, tell us, who was he?" came from all sides. "Pechorin," answered Grushnitski. At that moment he raised his eyes I was standing in the doorway opposite to him. He grew terribly red.
By this time the carriage was a long way off, but Pechorin made a sign with his hand which might be interpreted as meaning: "It is doubtful whether I shall return, and there is no reason, either, why I should!" The jingle of the bell and the clatter of the wheels along the flinty road had long ceased to be audible, but the poor old man still remained standing in the same place, deep in thought.
The unfortunate effects of an over-literal acceptation of words by certain readers and even Reviewers have recently been manifested in regard to the present book. Many of its readers have been dreadfully, and in all seriousness, shocked to find such an immoral man as Pechorin set before them as an example.
Why, don't you know, your master and I were bosom friends, and lived together?... But where has he put up?" The servant intimated that Pechorin had stayed to take supper and pass the night at Colonel N 's. "But won't he be looking in here in the evening?" said Maksim Maksimych.
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