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Sina's presence, however, and his own success inclined him to be tolerant. Indeed Schafroff's utter ingenuousness almost touched him. "Where shall we go now?" asked Dubova, as they came out into the street. Outside it was not nearly so dark as in the lecture-room, and in the sky a few stars shone. "Schafroff and I are going to the Ratoffs," said Dubova. "Will you take Sina home?"
Thus Riasantzeff sought to reassure her, while secretly annoyed at Yourii's childish freak. "Tomfoolery!" growled Schafroff, who was equally vexed. "They are coming, they are coming! Don't worry!" said Lida contemptuously. A sound of footsteps could now be heard, and soon Sina and Yourii emerged from the darkness. Yourii blew out the light and smiled uneasily, as he was not sure of his reception.
"Yes Schafroff, Svarogitsch, Ivanoff ..." "Oh! Yourii Nicolaijevitsch is with you, is he?" asked Sina, and she blushed. To utter the name of him she loved sent a thrill through her as though she were looking down into some precipice. "Why do you ask?" "Because er I met him," she answered, blushing deeper. "Well, good-bye!" Sanine gently held her proffered hand in his.
Everywhere it's the same thing, and there's no escaping from one's self. When once a man sets himself above life, then life in any form can never satisfy him, whether he lives in a hole like this, or in St. Petersburg." "As I take it," cried Schafroff, "man, individually, is a mere nothing."
"You see, it's like this," began Schafroff, turning towards her as if he were about to explain something extremely complicated, "several of our comrades at Koursk are very hard up, and we must absolutely do what we can to help them. So I think of getting up a concert, eh, what?"
Near the balcony there was more light, and one could hear the jingling of bottles and glasses above the noisy talk and laughter. "Life is an incurable malady." It was Schafroff who spoke. "And you are an incurable fool!" shouted Ivanoff, in reply, "Can't you stop your eternal phrase-making?" On entering, Yourii received a boisterous welcome.
"That's right," sighed Pistzoff approvingly, as he looked round at the company with his bright, dark eyes. "The question now arises: What books ought we to read? Possibly some one here present could make a suggestion regarding the programme that should be adopted?" Schafroff put on his glasses and slowly stood up. In his hand he held a small note-book.
The school attendant with heavy tread walked round the room, lighting one by one the large lamps which soon shed a bright light. Schafroff opened the door leading to the passage, and said in a loud voice: "This way, please!" Shyly at first, and then in noisy haste, the people entered the lecture-room. Yourii scrutinized them closely; his keen interest as a propagandist was roused.
"Why, of course!" replied Schafroff, eager to assent to this proposal. He looked upon Yourii as a real agitator, and, over-estimating his political abilities, felt a reverence for him that bordered on affection. "I am greatly interested in such matters."
Schafroff blandly adduced certain arguments in support of his programme, yet in so diffuse a way that no one could understand him. "No," said Yourii with emphasis, delighted to observe Sina Karsavina looking at him, "No, I don't agree with you."
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