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Marina returned with a bottle of rum, a lemon and sugar, and then left the room. The bowl was soon in flames, which lighted up the darkened room with their pale blue light. Mark stirred it with the spoon, while the sugar held between two spoons dripped slowly into the bowl. From time to time he tasted it. "How long have you been in our town?" asked Raisky after a short silence. "About two years."
Raisky watched him in amazement, and offered his hand. "What favour is this?" said Mark bitterly, and without taking the proffered hand. "I thank you for having stood by my old friend." Mark seized Raisky's hand and shook it. "I have been looking for some means of serving you for a long time." "Why, Volokov, are you for ever executing quick changes like a clown in a circus?"
Raisky offered his cigar case, and reminded Leonti that he had not introduced them. "What need is there of introduction! You came in by the same way, and both know who the other is." "Words of wisdom from the scholar!" ejaculated Mark. "That same Mark of whom I wrote to you, don't you remember!" said Leonti. "Wait, I will introduce myself," cried Mark, springing from the easy chair.
But Raisky did not enter the Senate, but indolently pursued his artistic studies, read a great deal, wrote poems and prose, danced, went into society and to the theatre, indulged in wild dissipation, and at the same time did some musical composition, and drew a portrait of a lady. He would spend one week in dissipation and the next in diligent study at the Academy.
Vera had said practically nothing about herself; she remained in the shadow, while the whole garish light fell on him. "There was another letter," he said sharply, "written on blue paper." Vera had not left the room, but someone's hand was on the lock. "Who is there?" asked Raisky with a start. In the doorway appeared Vassilissa's anxious face. "It's I," she said in a low voice.
Raisky himself was attracted to this simple, gentle and yet strong personality, and would like to have stayed longer at "Smoke," but Tatiana Markovna wrote asking him to return without delay as his presence was necessary at Malinovka.
She read, but was never heard to speak of what she read; she did not play the piano, though she sometimes struck discords and listened to their effects. Raisky noticed that their aunt was liberal with observation and warnings for Marfinka; but she said nothing to Vera, no doubt in the hope that the good seed sown would bear fruit.
The ikon had grown dark with age, the paint had been cracked in many places, so that the Christ face was hardly recognisable, but the eyelids were still plainly discernible, and the eyes looked out dreamily on the worshippers; the folded hands were also preserved. Raisky advanced noiselessly over the grass.
A mere girl could not hold you ... une nullite, cette pauvre petite fille, qui n'a que sa figure ... shy, inexperienced, devoid of elegance." "She could not. I have torn myself free." "And have found what you have long been seeking, have you not? What happened in the park to excite you so?" After a little fencing, Raisky proceeded with his story.
Shortly after this Raisky took Leonti to the old house, to show him the room that Tatiana Markovna had arranged for him. Leonti went from one window to another to see which of them commanded a view of the Moscow road. On a misty autumn day, as Vera sat at work in her room, Yakob brought her a letter written on blue paper, which had been brought by a lad who had instructions to wait for an answer.
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