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Updated: June 18, 2025
And soon, without anyone questioning her, she found herself being taken up in the lift, and finally ushered into a charming sitting-room full of flowers. Here she sat down and trembled again. The wildest excitement filled her veins. Would Sasha never come!
She again cast a searching glance into their faces. "It's hard for me to reconcile myself to the idea." "But it's a fact," said Nikolay with a smile. Sasha arose, walked up and down the room, and suddenly stopping, said in a strange voice: "What does 'to die' signify? What died? Did my respect for Yegor die? My love for him, a comrade? The memory of his mind's labor? Did that labor die?
And Nadya's only entertainment was from the boys next door; when she walked about the garden they knocked on the fence and shouted in mockery: "Betrothed! Betrothed!" A letter from Sasha arrived from Saratov.
On one occasion Anna remarked to my mother that it might be as well if I also were to take some lessons, seeing that my education had been neglected at school; and, my mother joyfully assenting, I joined Sasha for a year in studying under this Pokrovski. The latter was a poor a very poor young man whose health would not permit of his undertaking the regular university course.
Sasha cried with pain and terror, while the gander, waddling and stretching his neck, went up to the old woman and hissed at her, and when he went back to his flock all the geese greeted him approvingly with "Ga-ga-ga!" Then Granny proceeded to whip Motka, and in this Motka's smock was torn again. Feeling in despair, and crying loudly, Sasha went to the hut to complain.
"He seems to be a good man," remarked Sasha, accompanying him with a smile of her large eyes. "Such people can be useful to the cause. It would be good to hide literature with them, for instance." It seemed to the mother that to-day the girl's face was softer and kinder than usual, and hearing her remarks about Sizov, she thought: "Always about the cause. Even to-day. It's burned into her heart."
Through that trellis Sasha gazed at me after I had said goodbye to her.
Fedya bent over, and whispered something in his ear, smiling roguishly. The convoy soldier also smiled; but he immediately assumed a stern expression, and shouted, "Go!" The mother spoke to Pavel, like the others, about the same things, about clothes, about his health, yet her breast was choked by a hundred questions concerning Sasha, concerning himself, and herself.
She loves him so long as he is excited and interesting; but when he begins to grow misty in her eyes, and to lose definiteness of outline, she ceases to understand him, and at the end of Act III. speaks out plainly and sharply. Sasha is a young woman of the newest type. She is well-educated, intelligent, honest, and so on.
Sasha stopped, turned around, extending her hand. "I'm acquainted with Fedya. My name is Alexandra." "And your patronymic?" She looked at him and answered: "I have no father." "He's dead, you mean?" "No, he's alive." Something stubborn, persistent, sounded in the girl's voice and appeared in her face. "He's a landowner, a chief of a country district. He robs the peasants and beats them.
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