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Updated: June 5, 2025
With a sincere wish to become friends, the two shook hands. For a moment it seemed as if they would embrace, but they refrained, merely exchanging frank, amicable glances. "So this is her brother, is it?" thought Riasantzeff, in surprise, for he had imagined that a brother of Lialia, short, fair, and merry, would be short, fair and merry too.
"One ... two ... three," he counted, as he tried each time to step across two boards and set his foot on the third one. "If I could be sure that she would not have children, or that I should get so fond of them that my whole life would be devoted to them! No; how terribly commonplace! Riasantzeff would be fond of his children, too. What difference would there then be between us?
Riasantzeff, as he winked to Kousma, said: "Grandfather, hadn't you better keep an eye on your granddaughter, eh?" "What's the good!" replied Kousma, with a careless gesture. "Youth is youth." "He! He!" laughed the old man in his turn, as with his fingers he plucked a red-hot coal from the fire. Sanine's laugh was heard in the darkness.
She woke next morning with aching head and swollen eyes, her first thought being that she must not cry, as Riasantzeff, who was coming to lunch, would be shocked to see her looking so plain. Then, suddenly, she recollected that all was over between them, and a sense of bitter pain and burning love caused her to weep afresh. "How base, how horrible!" she murmured, striving to keep back her tears.
A thrill of animal lust shot through his frame, and enticing pictures rose up before his heated imagination. Yet, controlling himself, he answered, in a dry voice: "No; it is time that we were at home." Then he added, maliciously: "Lialia is waiting for us." Riasantzeff collapsed. "Oh, yes, of course; yes, we ought to be back by now!" he hastily muttered.
Yourii felt sorry to go, but in accordance with his companion's suggestion he advanced to meet him, stumbling over rushes and splashing through the water which in the dusk was not distinguishable from dry soil. As they met, their eyes flashed, and they were both breathless. "Well," asked Riasantzeff, "did you have any luck?" "I should say so," replied Yourii, displaying his well-filled bag.
It pained him to hear the dead man spoken of thus. "Well I can understand why Sarudine did it," said Lialia, "but Soloveitchik? I never would have thought it possible! What was the reason?" "God knows!" replied Ivanoff. "He was always a bit queer." At that moment Riasantzeff drove up, and meeting Sina Karsavina on the doorstep, they came upstairs together.
"Yes, certainly you can," said the peasant in a calm, friendly voice, as he caught hold of the horse's bridle. "Come for a little shooting, eh? And who is that?" he asked, with a kindly glance at Yourii. "It is Nicolai Yegorovitch's son," replied Riasantzeff. "Ah, yes! I see that he is just like Ludmilla Nicolaijevna! Yes, yes!"
Sanine must have given him a teaser." He laughed. "A tough customer is that lad!" Ivanoff nodded approvingly. "He's strong enough, I warrant you." "Coarse brute!" said Yourii, in disgust. Sina glanced timidly at him. "In my opinion it was not his fault," she said. "He couldn't possibly wait until..." "Yes, yes," replied Riasantzeff, "but to hit a fellow like that! Sarudine had challenged him."
Yourii, who had already donned cartridge-belt and game bag, and carried his gun, came out, looking somewhat overweighted and ill at ease. "I'm ready, I'm ready," he said. Riasantzeff, who was lightly and comfortably clad, seemed somewhat astonished at Yourii's accoutrements. "You'll find those things too heavy," he said, smiling. "Take them all off and put them here.
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