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Updated: June 5, 2025
Riasantzeff talked and laughed the whole time, and Yourii was compelled to join in his merriment. When they got out into the fields where the stiff meadow-grass lightly brushed against their feet it was cooler, and there was no dust.
"And why? Why?" she repeated, as infinite grief for love that was lost seemed to overwhelm her. It was revolting to think that Riasantzeff had always lied to her in such a facile, heartless way. "And not only he, but all the others lied, too," she thought. "They all of them professed to be so delighted at our marriage, and said that he was such a good, honest fellow!
As they walked in single file along the clean, bare passage, past big white doors with black numbers on them, Riasantzeff said: "A priest has been sent for. It's astonishing how quickly the end came. I was amazed. But latterly he caught cold, you know, and that was what did it. Here we are."
At the table, by the side of Nicolai Yegorovitch sat a well-built young man, not Russian in type, with bronzed features and keen bright eyes. He rose in simple, friendly fashion to meet Yourii. "Introduce me." "Anatole Pavlovitch Riasantzeff!" cried Lialia, with a gesture of comic solemnity. "Who craves your friendship and indulgence," added Riasantzeff, joking in his turn.
Somehow, it hurt him to look at Lialia and Riasantzeff, as if he feared that they would read his thoughts. The two men felt that they had much that was important to say to each other. Yourii would have liked to ask: "Do you love Lialia? Really and truly? It would be sad, and indeed shameful, if you were to betray her; she's so pure, so innocent!"
It was as if he had never taken part in anything so interesting or exhilarating. The birds rose more rarely now, and the deepening dusk made it more difficult to take aim. "Hullo there! We must get home!" shouted Riasantzeff, from a distance.
His father was engaged, either at the club or with household matters, and Lialia and Riasantzeff found the presence of a third person embarrassing, so that Yourii avoided their society. It thus became his habit to go to bed early and not to rise till the midday meal.
When in bed, after vain efforts to sleep, his thoughts reverted to Lialia and Riasantzeff. "Why am I so indignant because Lialia is not Riasantzeff's only love?" To this question he could find no reply. Suddenly the image of Sina Karsavina rose up before him, soothing his heated senses.
Each day, however, as it passed, brought nothing but boredom. Once or twice Novikoff and Schafroff came to see him. Yourii also attended lectures and paid visits, yet all this seemed to him empty and aimless. It was not what he sought, or fancied that he sought. One day he went to see Riasantzeff.
The latter called out to him. "I say, you've left your gun!" Yourii turned round, took this and the bag with an air of disgust. After shaking hands awkwardly with Riasantzeff, he entered the house. The latter drove on slowly for a short distance and then turned sharply into a side-street. The rattle of wheels on the road could now be heard in another direction.
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