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He would not have an hereditary and personal knowledge or the means by which historical autocracy represses ideas, guards its power, and defends its existence. This is but a crude and obvious example of the different conditions of Western thought. I don't know that this danger occurred, specially, to Mr. Razumov.
I could not help speaking of you to that charming dear girl. Oh, the sweet creature! And strong! One can see that at once. If you have a heart don't let her set her foot in here. Good-bye!" Razumov caught her by the arm. Her emotion at being thus seized manifested itself by a short struggle, after which she stood still, not looking at him.
She seemed to be thinking out some scathing retort, but ended by only shrugging her shoulders slightly. "Shallow talk! I suppose one must pardon this weakness in you," she said, putting a special accent on the last word. There was something anxious in her indulgent conclusion. Razumov noted the slightest shades in this conversation, which he had not expected, for which he was not prepared.
"He is one of our national glories," Madams de S cried out, with sudden vehemence. "All the world listens to him." "I don't know these ladies," said Razumov loudly rising from his chair. "What are you saying, Kirylo Sidorovitch? I understand that she was talking to you here, in the garden, the other day." "Yes, in the garden," said Razumov gloomily.
He was about to pass on with a bow, when a sudden thought struck him. "Yes. To be sure! In your confidential position you are aware of many things," he murmured, looking at the cat. That animal got a momentary convulsive hug from the lady companion. "Everything was disclosed to me a long time ago," she said. "Everything," Razumov repeated absently.
As to the destroyers of my mere body, I have forgiven them beforehand." Razumov had stopped apparently to listen, but at the same time he was observing his own sensations. He was vexed with himself for attaching so much importance to what Haldin said. "The fellow's mad," he thought firmly, but this opinion did not mollify him towards Haldin.
But each heart knows sorrow after its own kind and Ziemianitch was a born fool all his days. And then he would fly to the bottle. "'Who could bear life in our land without the bottle? he says. A proper Russian man the little pig.... Be pleased to follow me." Razumov crossed a quadrangle of deep snow enclosed between high walls with innumerable windows.
I don't want anyone to claim me. But Russia can't disown me. She cannot!" Razumov struck his breast with his fist. "I am it!" Peter Ivanovitch walked on slowly, his head lowered. Razumov followed, vexed with himself. That was not the right sort of talk. All sincerity was an imprudence. Yet one could not renounce truth altogether, he thought, with despair.
Razumov was supposed to be the son of an Archpriest and to be protected by a distinguished nobleman perhaps of his own distant province. But his outward appearance accorded badly with such humble origin. Such a descent was not credible. It was, indeed, suggested that Mr. Razumov was the son of an Archpriest's pretty daughter which, of course, would put a different complexion on the matter.
It was remembered afterwards with wonder...." "It cost me no effort," Razumov declared, with the same staring gravity. "Then it's almost more wonderful still!" she exclaimed, and fell silent while Razumov asked himself whether he had not said there something utterly unnecessary or even worse. She raised her head eagerly. "Your intention was to stay in Russia? You had planned...."
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