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Whether or not a war had taken place is all the same: there would have been a fated collision in any case, in one or another form; there would have begun the decisive struggle between two worlds, two comprehensions of the world, two moralities, Buddha and Christ." "The teachings of Buddhism resemble those of Christianity considerably," said Piotr. "That is its only value." "Yes," said Trirodov.
'Ba, ba, ba! Piotr Petrovitch!... How are you? Piotr Petrovitch almost fell on my neck, and, slightly staggering, drew me into a small private room. 'Come here, he said, carefully seating me in an easy-chair; 'here you will be comfortable. Waiter, beer! No, I mean champagne! There, I'll confess, I didn't expect; I didn't expect... Have you been here long? Are you staying much longer?
He seemed affected as by a strange bewitchment, as if some one persistently yet quietly urged him to believe that the ways of Trirodov were fair and clean. Piotr closed his eyes and the radiant vision appeared before him of the semi-nude girls of the wood, who filed past him, and sanctified him by the serenity and the peace of their chaste eyes.
But the sufferings of the people are so great.... The value of human life is, after all, greater than the value of such monuments." In this peculiarly Russian manner the conversation quickly passed on to general themes. Trirodov, who took a large share in it, spoke with a calm assurance. They listened to him with deep attention. Of his five auditors only Piotr was not captivated.
He's got such a difficult name. 'Bublitsyn? 'Yes, yes ... Piotr Petrovitch. 'And do you know him? 'Rather! responded Vassilissa, with a wag of her head. Pyetushkov, without a word, paced ten times up and down the room. 'I say, Vassilissa, he said at last, 'that is, how do you know him? 'How do I know him? ... I know him ... He's such a nice gentleman.
It's not my fault that in her past Susanna Ivanovna... 'Hold your tongue! Fustov shouted at him, 'hold your tongue... or... 'Or what? 'You'll find out what. Come along, Piotr. 'Aha! pursued Viktor; 'our noble-hearted knight takes refuge in flight. He doesn't care to hear the truth, that's evident! It stings the truth does, it seems!
Piotr was silent. Some sort of new perhaps alien thoughts swarmed in his head. He listened to them, and suddenly said: "You haven't visited us for a long time, and you are very much liked in our house. You would be welcome. You may come when you like, and you may talk or be silent, as suits your mood." Trirodov smiled in response. Piotr Matov returned home quite late in a dazed state of mind.
I had hidden her for the time at a farmhouse a mile and a half from my house. I was frightened. "What? have they discovered you even there?" "No, Piotr Petrovitch," said she, "no one disturbs me at Bubnova; but will that last long?
Misha was silent, but it was evident that the thought of selling his native soil was distasteful to him. He seemed on the point of bursting into tears. "In my opinion," observed Rameyev, "the land needn't be sold. I shouldn't advise it. I wouldn't think of selling Misha's share until he came of age and I shouldn't advise you to sell yours either, Piotr."
So, after a few midwinter weeks of brooding, lassitude, and sleepless fasting, his personal servants, there being no friend at hand to replace them, ventured to remonstrate with their master. Piotr was now as much his devoted slave as was old Sósha, who had recently retired from active duty to the kitchen-corner, where his reminiscences and his pipe-smoke together flavored that cheery room.
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