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Updated: June 18, 2025
Sanin's eloquence was not thrown away. Pantaleone peeped into the room, smiled and frowned at the same time, and going into the shop, opened the front door.
The wind, not cold, but hot, almost sultry, smote against the trees, the roof of the house, its walls, and the street; it instantaneously snatched off Sanin's hat, crumpled up and tangled Gemma's curls. Sanin's head was on a level with the window-sill; he could not help clinging close to it, and Gemma clutched hold of his shoulders with both hands, and pressed her bosom against his head.
Sanin's fancy? or did he really feel on his cheek a swift burning kiss? 'Till to-morrow! whispered Maria Nikolaevna on the steps, in the light of the four tapers of a candelabrum, held up on her appearance by the gold-laced door-keeper. She kept her eyes cast down. 'Till to-morrow! When he got back to his room, Sanin found on the table a letter from Gemma.
Maria Nikolaevna at last drew up her foaming and bespattered mare; she was staggering under her, and Sanin's powerful but heavy horse was gasping for breath. 'Well, do you like it? Maria Nikolaevna asked in a sort of exquisite whisper. 'I like it! Sanin echoed back ecstatically. And his blood was on fire. 'This isn't all, wait a bit. She held out her hand. Her glove was torn across.
He found this 'prince' enthroned in a luxurious velvet arm-chair in the middle of a most magnificent drawing-room. Sanin's phlegmatic friend had already had time to have a bath and to array himself in a most sumptuous satin dressing-gown; he had put a crimson fez on his head. Sanin approached him and scrutinised him for some time.
Sanin informs them that he will not fight a duel, because he does not wish to take the officer's life, and because he does not care to risk his own; but that if the officer attempts any physical attack upon him in the street, he will thrash him on the spot. Enraged and bewildered by Sanin's unconventional method of dealing with the difficulty, the discomfited emissaries withdraw.
The glorification of Sanin's bodily strength, of Karsavina's female voluptuousness, and the loud call to physical joy which rings through the work may be an emanation of tuberculosis as well as that of healthy mental conviction. Shut out from active happiness, Artsybashev may have taken this method of vicarious delight.
Sanin replied with a short bow, and hurriedly returned to his friends. Herr Klueber pretended he had not noticed either Sanin's absence nor his interview with the officers; he was urging on the coachman, who was putting in the horses, and was furiously angry at his deliberateness.
'Gemma, I hope that now, at least, you will tell all to her and take me to her.... I want to convince your mother that I am not a base deceiver! Sanin's bosom fairly heaved with the flood of generous and ardent emotions. Gemma looked him full in the face.
Such were Sanin's thoughts, as he went to bed; but what he thought next morning when Maria Nikolaevna knocked impatiently at his door with the coral handle of her riding-whip, when he saw her in the doorway, with the train of a dark-blue riding habit over her arm, with a man's small hat on her thickly coiled curls, with a veil thrown back over her shoulder, with a smile of invitation on her lips, in her eyes, over all her face what he thought then history does not record.
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