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Riasantzeff alone represented the family, and had charge of all the burial-arrangements. It was this solitariness that to spectators appeared particularly sad, and gave a certain mournful grandeur to the personality of the deceased.
Yourii ground his teeth, and, glaring at the driver's broad back in its white jacket, remarked aggressively: "I have no particular liking for adventures of that sort." "No, no; I understand. Ha! Ha!" replied Riasantzeff, laughing in a faint half-hearted way. After that he was silent. "Damn it! How stupid of me!" he thought.
"That's not the point." "Then, what is, pray?" said Ivanoff, his thin lips curled with scorn. "I don't believe in fighting at all, myself, but, if it must be, then one ought to draw the line at severe bodily injuries. That's quite clear." "He almost knocked the other's eye out. I suppose you don't call that severe bodily injury?" retorted Riasantzeff sarcastically.
"Yes, very much," she replied, so softly that Yourii guessed rather than heard what she said, striving to restrain her tears of joy. Yet Yourii thought that he could detect a certain note of sadness in her voice, and his pity for her, as his hatred of Riasantzeff, increased. "Why?" he asked, feeling amazed at such a question. Lialia looked up in astonishment, and laughed gently. "You silly boy!
The jingling ceased, and Riasantzeff appeared, looking fresh and hearty, as usual. "Ah!" he exclaimed in a cheery voice, being evidently accustomed to events such as that which saddened his visitors. "I am on duty to-day. How do you do, ladies?" Yet, frowning suddenly, he added with grave significance, "He seems to be still unconscious. Let us go to him. Novikoff and the others are there."
"Oh! you, and your night!" muttered Ivanoff in his deep bass. "I'm sleepy, so good-night, sirs!" And he slouched off, along the street, swinging his arms like the sails of a windmill. Novikoff and Semenoff went next, and Riasantzeff was a long while saying good-bye to Lialia, pretending to talk about the picnic.
"Yourii Nicolaijevitch," replied Yourii, pleasantly. He felt somewhat embarrassed, but he at once took a liking to this gentle old peasant with his friendly speech, half Russian, half dialect. "Yourii Nicolaijevitch! Aha! We must make each other's acquaintance, eh? Sit you down, Yourii Nicolaijevitch." Yourii and Riasantzeff sat down by the fire on two big pumpkins.
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