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"What are we to do with these girls?" asked Trirodov. "Invite them in, show them the house," replied Kirsha. "And the quiet children?" quietly asked Trirodov. "The quiet children also like the elder one," answered Kirsha. "And who are they, these girls?" asked Trirodov. "They are our neighbours, the Rameyevs," said Kirsha.
Again the day was quiet and clear, again the high Dragon smiled his malignant, excessively bright smile. He counted, as he rose, his livid seconds, his flaming minutes; and he let fall upon the earth, with a scarcely perceptible echo, his lead-heavy but transparent hours. It was three o'clock in the afternoon; they had just finished luncheon. The Rameyevs and the Matovs were at home.
Several days had already passed without his visiting the Rameyevs. He did not even come on those days on which they grew accustomed to expect him. Elisaveta thought this a deliberate incivility, and it hurt her feelings. But whenever Piotr abused him she defended him.
After that evening Trirodov, suppressing his devotion to quiet loneliness, once more began to visit the Rameyevs. He resisted no longer the all-powerful desire to see Elisaveta, to look into the depth of her blue eyes, to listen to the golden sonorousness of her words, and to feel the breathing and the witchery of her fresh, primitive strength.
The singers ended their song and scattered in all directions to play. The golden-haired instructress went up to the sisters and asked: "Have you come from town? Are you pleased with what you have seen here?" "Yes, it's splendid here," said Elisaveta. "Our place adjoins this. We are the Rameyevs. I am Elisaveta. And this is my sister Elena."
He visited the Rameyevs and Trirodov in his carriage, which was harnessed to a pair of stout ponies. In inviting Trirodov, Doctor Svetilovitch asked him to read something from his own work at the gathering, something that would not make Sonya unpleasantly reminiscent. Trirodov agreed to this quite heartily, although he usually avoided reading his own work anywhere.
As for Trirodov, oppressed by morning fatigue, he walked home across the moist grass and his soul was filled with perplexity and dread. Later in the day he drove to the Rameyevs.
He tried to keep away from the Rameyevs, not to come to their house but with each day his love only increased. His thoughts and musings of Elisaveta grew more and more persistent. They became interwoven with one another and grafted themselves on to his soul.
An intimacy sprang up between the Rameyevs and Trirodov that is, to the extent that Trirodov's unsociableness and love of a solitary life permitted him to become intimate. It once happened that Trirodov took Kirsha with him to the Rameyevs and remained to dinner. Several other close acquaintances of the Rameyevs came to dinner.
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