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Updated: June 11, 2025
In the distant corner of the large room far away from the lamp, which was small and provided with a very thick china shade, Haldin appeared like a dark and elongated shape rigid with the immobility of death. This body seemed to have less substance than its own phantom walked over by Razumov in the street white with snow.
The General stared from between his hands. Prince K murmured "A serious young man. Un esprit superieur." "I see that, mon cher Prince," said the General. "Mr. Razumov is quite safe with me. I am interested in him. He has, it seems, the great and useful quality of inspiring confidence.
She moved no more than if she were such a figure; even her eyes, whose unwinking stare plunged into his own, though shining, were lifeless, as though they were as artificial as her teeth. For the first time Razumov became aware of a faint perfume, but faint as it was it nauseated him exceedingly. Again Peter Ivanovitch tapped him slightly on the shoulder.
"Prince K is aware of everything that is being done, and I don't mind informing you that he approved my intention of becoming personally acquainted with you." Razumov concealed an immense disappointment under the accents of railing surprise. "So he is curious too!... Well after all, Prince K knows me very little. It is really very unfortunate for me, but it is not exactly my fault."
Rapidly she increased the distance disappeared with suddenness at last. I discovered only then that Mr. Razumov, after ramming his hat well over his brow, was looking me over from head to foot. I dare say I was a very unexpected fact for that young Russian to stumble upon.
A man doesn't get the police ransacking his rooms without there being some devilry hanging over his head.... And so if you think that it would be better for you to bolt at once...." Razumov tore himself away and walked down the corridor, leaving the other motionless with his mouth open. But almost at once he returned and stood before the amazed Kostia, who shut his mouth slowly.
The true Razumov had his being in the willed, in the determined future in that future menaced by the lawlessness of autocracy for autocracy knows no law and the lawlessness of revolution.
A couple of tall poplars and a few other trees stood grouped on the clean, dark gravel, and under them a few garden benches and a bronze effigy of Jean Jacques Rousseau seated on its pedestal. On setting his foot on it Razumov became aware that, except for the woman in charge of the refreshment chalet, he would be alone on the island.
As to the actual creation I may say that when I began to write I had a distinct conception of the first part only, with the three figures of Haldin, Razumov, and Councillor Mikulin, defined exactly in my mind.
The face of Peter Ivanovitch expressed a meditative seriousness. "You don't suppose, Kirylo Sidorovitch, that I have not heard of you from various points where you made yourself known on your way here? I have had letters." "Oh, we are great in talking about each other," interjected Razumov, who had listened with great attention.
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