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'Did you notice nothing? he asked me suddenly, slily screwing up his eyes, 'while you were with us? nothing special? 'Why, was there anything to notice? I asked in my turn. Punin looked over his shoulder, as though anxious to satisfy himself that no one was listening. 'Our little beauty, Musotchka, is shortly to be a married lady! 'How so?
Begin the concert! The canary fluttered out at once, perched on the cupola, that is to say, on Punin's bald pate, and turning from side to side, and shaking its little wings, carolled with all its might. During the whole time the concert lasted, Punin kept perfectly still, only conducting with his finger, and half closing his eyes.
I had no doubt that, though Punin intentionally dropped his voice, Musa could hear all he said very well; and she was at once angry, and shy, and embarrassed; and the lights and shades chased each other over her face, and everything in it was slightly quivering, the eyelids and brows and lips and narrow nostrils. All this was very charming, and amusing, and queer.
'Have you been here long? I asked. 'I came to-day. 'Why, aren't you the person of whom ... 'Mr. Baburin spoke to the lady here. The same, the same. 'Your friend's name's Baburin, and what's yours? 'I'm Punin. Punin's my name; Punin. He's Baburin and I'm Punin. He set the little cups humming again. 'Listen, listen to the chaffinch.... How it carols!
Punin at the word 'oppressors' pointed to the seignorial abode, and then poked the driver in the back. 'To deliver the poor out of bondage! They know not! neither will they understand! ... Nikolai Antonov running out of the seignorial abode, shouted at the top of his voice to the coachman: 'Get away with you! owl! go along! don't stay lingering here! and the cart rolled away.
What did you do that for? Did you know something then ... or guessed something? Punin glanced at me. 'Piotr Petrovitch, he cried suddenly, and he began trembling all over, 'you know, perhaps, where she is. Kind friend, tell me whom she has gone to! I was disconcerted, and could not help dropping my eyes.... 'Perhaps she said something in her letter, I began....
Punin, on the contrary, was continually joking with Musa; she responded unwillingly, however. He called her little snow-maiden, little snowflake. 'Why do you give Musa Pavlovna such names? I asked. Punin laughed. 'Because she's such a chilly little thing. 'Sensible, put in Baburin: 'as befits a young girl. 'We may call her the mistress of the house, cried Punin. 'Hey?
Those trees, those green leaves, those high grasses screen us, hide us from all the rest of the world; no one knows where we are, what we are about while with us is poetry, we are saturated in it, intoxicated with it, something solemn, grand, mysterious is happening to us.... Punin, by preference, kept to poetry, musical, sonorous poetry; he was ready to lay down his life for poetry.
Punin himself had received his education in a seminary; but, unable to stand the severe thrashings, and feeling no inclination for the priestly calling, he had become a layman, and in consequence had experienced all sorts of hardships; and, finally, had become a vagrant. 'What a crazy fellow you've grown! God have mercy on you! my old nurse used to say to me.
'Enjoy yourselves, my dear friends! I muttered through my teeth. I ought to observe that I had not seen Tarhov during the whole week, though I had been three times to his rooms. He was never at home. Baburin and Punin I had not seen either.... I had not been to see them. I caught cold on my ride; though it was very warm, there was a piercing wind.
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