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Before them lay a large empty courtyard at the farther side of which they discerned a black mass. It was a steam mill, and its narrow chimney pointed sadly to the sky. Round about it were dark sheds, but no trees, except in a small garden in front of the adjoining house. Through an open window a ray of light touched their green leaves. "A dismal kind of place," said Sanine.
Leave me!" she said sharply. Her teeth were clenched and her face wore a hard, vindictive expression as she rose to her feet. Sanine pitied her. For a moment he was moved to offer her his name and his protection, yet something held him back. He felt that such amends would be too mean. "Ah! well," he thought, "life must just take its course."
The bland tone in which these words were spoken seemed at variance with their meaning, so that Maria Ivanovna did not know whether to be vexed or amused. "To look at you, and then to think that, as a child, you were always rather odd," said she, sadly, "and now " "And now?" exclaimed Sanine, gleefully, as if he expected to hear something specially pleasant and interesting.
It was plain that Sanine's remark about his health and good looks had pleased him, and yet it had made him feel shy as a girl. "There's one thing that you want," said Sanine, pensively. "And what is that?" "A just conception of life.
"So you're a poetess, too?" asked Ivanoff. "How many gifts does the good God bestow upon his creatures!" "Is that a bad thing?" asked Sina in confusion. "No, it's a very good thing," replied Sanine. "If a girl's got youth and good looks, what does she want with poetry, I should like to know?" observed Ivanoff. "Never mind! Recite something, Sinotschka, do!" cried Lialia, amorous and tender.
His mood was now of one tranquil sadness, and he felt impelled to gaze at the moon. As he crossed a white deserted square he suddenly thought of Sanine. "What sort of man is that?" he asked himself. Annoyed to think that there was a man whom he, Yourii, could not instantly define, he felt a certain malicious pleasure in disparaging him. "A phrase-maker, that's all he is!
Sanine's sister, Lida, is in love with the officer Zaroudine, who abandons her later when she is with child. Lida wants to commit suicide, but Sanine stops her and proposes that she marry Dr. Novikov, who has been in love with her for a long time. Parallel to the history of Lida, the life story of Karsavina is presented. Yuri falls in love with this young and pretty school-teacher.
None is freer than he from all social and political preoccupations, and none is more than he resolved to obey only his lucid egotism, or the suggestions of his instincts. These two young fellows meet, one summer, in the country. Yuri lives with his father, a retired colonel; Sanine, with his mother.
"Aha! That's it, is it?" he muttered, breathing hard. "Get out!" said Sanine contemptuously, yet in so terrible a tone that Sarudine glared, and voluntarily drew back. "I don't know what the deuce it all means!" said Volochine, under his breath, as with shoulders raised he hurried to the door. But there, in the door-way, stood Lida. She was dressed in a style quite different from her usual one.
"I don't know why, but I feel as if I should like to throw my hat into the water, and let down my hair," she said, yielding to a sudden impulse. "Then do it, by all means," murmured Sanine. But she grew ill at ease and was silent. Under the stimulating influence of the calm, sultry, unfathomable night, her thoughts again reverted to her recent experiences.
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