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Sanine watched Lida, and his nostrils were dilated. "Won't you come into the garden? It's so hot in here," said Lida, and without looking round to see if they were coming, she walked out through the veranda. As if hypnotized, the men followed her, bound, seemingly, with the tresses of her hair, so that she could draw them whither she wished.
"Then, it is not worth while doing anything," drawled Novikoff, and, thinking of Sanine, he added, "Egoists, that's all you are!" "No, it's not!" replied Yourii vehemently, influenced by his memories of the past and by the dusk that gave a grey look to all things in the room.
It utterly unnerved her, and for the moment her eyes had a softer, more human expression. "If they are not turned out of the house," thought Sanine, at this juncture, "they will only cause further distress to Lida and Novikoff." "I hear that you are going away?" he suddenly said, looking pensively at the floor. Sarudine wondered that so simple an expedient had occurred to him before. "That's it!
"That is your affair," he said, in an unmistakably contemptuous tone, "but I must warn you that ..." Sanine laughed. "Yes, yes, I know, but I advise Sarudine not to ..." "Not to what?" asked Tanaroff, as he picked up his cap from the window-sill. "I advise him not to touch me, or else I'll give him such a thrashing that ..." "Look here!" cried Von Deitz, in a fury.
"If such young fellows with their mad ideas about liberty were always to come bothering you," replied Sanine, "I expect that you would treat them in a much rougher way. Let them all go to hell!" "Cheer up, my friend!" said Ivanoff, half in jest and half in earnest. "Do you know what we'll do? Buy some beer and drink to the memory of Yourii Svarogitsch. Shall we?"
Every man looked at her just like that, and she liked it, but for her brother to do so was incredible, impossible. Recovering herself, she said, smiling: "Yes, I know." Sanine calmly watched her. The shawl and her chemise had slipped when she leant on the window-sill, and partly disclosed her tender bosom, white in the moonlight.
Although its success was less than that of "Sanine," Artzybashev's second novel, "Morning Shadows," is more interesting and is more realistic than his first. Tired of their sometimes happy, sometimes monotonous existence, two young people from the provinces, Lisa and Dora, go to St. Petersburg to take some courses there and to join the revolutionary movement.
"I'm not going to stand this... You ... you are simply laughing at us. Don't you understand that to refuse to accept a challenge is ... is ..." He was as red as a lobster, his eyes were starting from his head, and there was foam on his lips. Sanine looked curiously at his mouth, and said: "And this is the man whose calls himself a disciple of Tolstoi!" Von Deitz winced, and tossed his head.
"Yes, a bird may do that, but I'm not a bird; I'm a man," said Soloveitchik with naive earnestness. Sanine laughed outright, and for a moment the merry sound echoed through the gloomy courtyard. Soloveitchik shook his head. "No," he murmured sadly, "all that's only talk. You can't tell me how I ought to live. Nobody can tell me that." "That's very true. Nobody can tell you that.
What impressed him even more than the conversation peas the singular contrast between these furious human voices and the sweet silence of the verdurous garden. A white butterfly fluttered across the grass, revelling the sunlight. Sanine watched its progress just as intently as he listened to the talking. When Lida exclaimed: "You brute!"
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