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Updated: June 5, 2025
She was not vexed that Riasantzeff had not come. On the contrary, she wished to be alone, so that, undisturbed by his presence, she might give herself up to delicious meditation. To her, the sentiment that filled her youthful being was strange and sweet and tender.
Now, after all, Riasantzeff is not to blame for having loved other women before Lialia, but because he still carries on with several; and that is not what I do." The thought made Yourii feel very proud and pure, but only for a moment, for he suddenly recollected his seductive vision of sweet, supple girls in sunlight. He was utterly overwhelmed. His mind became a chaos of conflicting thoughts.
I cannot say how I should have behaved in Sanine's place. Of course, duelling's stupid, and to fight with fists is not much better." "But what is a man to do if he's compelled to fight?" said Sina. Yourii shrugged his shoulders. "It's for Soloveitchik that we ought to be sorry," said Riasantzeff, after a pause. The words contrasted strangely with his cheerful countenance.
She did not like to hear Sina praised, for she considered herself far prettier, cleverer, and more interesting. "Are you going to sing something?" asked Sanine. "No," she replied, "I am not in voice." "It really is time to be going," observed Riasantzeff, for he remembered that early next morning he must be in the dissecting-room of the hospital.
The others, Kousma, Sanine, and Riasantzeff, chatted frankly and simply to them about this or that, never troubling to choose some special theme for talk. "Well, how's the land?" he asked, when there was a short pause in the conversation, though he felt that the question sounded forced and out of place. Kousma looked up, and answered: "We must wait, just wait a while, and see."
Yourii was pleased to find that this genial old peasant knew his sister and spoke of her in such a simple, friendly way. "Now, then, let us go!" said Riasantzeff, in his cheery voice, as he walked first, after getting his gun and game-bag. "May you have luck!" cried Kousma, and then they could hear him coaxing the horse as he led it away to his hut.
Yourii would not admit that he was blameworthy, for he did not agree with his father that politics were no part of his business. He considered that his father was incapable of understanding the simplest things, being old and void of intelligence. Unconsciously he blamed him for his old age and his antiquated ideas: they enraged him. The topics touched upon by Riasantzeff did not interest him.
Yourii noticed her dejection, and was morbidly pleased thereat, as if he had revenged himself on some one he loved for a gross personal insult. At home his ill-humour was increased. During dinner Lialia repeated what Riasantzeff had told her about Soloveitchik. As the men were removing the corpse, several urchins had called out: "Ikey's hanged himself! Ikey's hanged himself!"
"There you go!" exclaimed Ivanoff irritably, as he shrugged his shoulders. "If you come to think of it, duelling is absurd!" said Yourii. "Of course it is!" chimed in Sina. To his surprise, Yourii noticed that Sina seemed pleased to take Sanine's part. "At any rate, it's...." The right phrase failed him wherewith to disparage Sanine. "A brutal thing," suggested Riasantzeff.
"Why, it's Sanine," said Riasantzeff, in astonishment. "How did he get here?" They approached the fire. Grey-bearded Kousma, seated beside it, looked up, and nodded to welcome them. "Any luck?" he asked, in his deep bass voice, through a drooping moustache. "Just a bit," replied Riasantzeff. Sanine, sitting on a huge pumpkin, also raised his head and smiled at them.
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