Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 7, 2025
Desiring to say a few words of consolation to the young people, he sighed, and then began softly: "Dear, dear! It is very sad. Such a young man, too. Alas! it is plain that he died unrepentant. But God is merciful, you know " "Yes, yes, of course," replied Schafroff, who walked next to him and wished to be polite. "Does his family know?" asked the priest.
"I really can't tell you," said Schafroff. They all looked at each other in astonishment, as it seemed odd and not altogether decent to be unable to say who Semenoff's people were. "His sister is at the high school, I believe," observed Sine. "Ah! I see! Well, good-bye!" said the priest, slightly raising his hat with his plump fingers. "Good-bye!" they replied in unison.
Lost in his thoughts, Sanine gazed at the angry face of a person wearing spectacles, and then turned round to join Ivanoff, who appeared perplexed. When referring Schafroff to Sanine he had foreseen a contretemps of some sort, but not one of so serious a nature. While it amused him, he yet felt sorry that it had occurred.
"Who else shall we ask?" asked Riasantzeff, equally pleased at the prospect of a day's outing. In the woods he would be able to hold Lialia in his arms, to kiss her, and feel that the sweet body he coveted was near. "Let us see. We are six. Suppose we ask Schafroff?" "Who is he?" inquired Yourii. "Oh! he's a young student."
Schafroff stared at the speaker in amazement, whose face wore an inscrutable expression. "Sanine? Sanine? Where's Sanine?" he exclaimed. "Ah! Vladimir Petrovitch, will you say a few words? We can't go away without a speech." "Make one yourself, then," replied Sanine morosely. He was listening to Sina, sobbing in the distance. "If I could do so I would.
"The Psalms and the Apocrypha," was the Polytechnic student's mocking interruption. Goschienko laughed maliciously, oblivious of the fact himself had never read one of these works. "Of what good would that be?" asked Schafroff in a tone of disappointment. "It's like they do in church!" tittered Pistzoff. Yourii's face flushed. "I am not joking. If you wish to be logical, then ..."
So saying, he walked straight on, forcing the crowd to make way for him. "Don't push, please!" croaked Schafroff, feebly protesting. "Well of all the insolent ..." cried some one, but he did not finish his phrase. "How is it you frighten people like that?" asked Ivanoff, as they walked down the street. "You're a perfect terror!"
The grave was hastily filled in, a mound of earth being raised above it on which little green fir-trees were planted. Schafroff grew restless. "I say, somebody ought to make a speech. Gentlemen, this won't do! There ought to be a speech," he said, hurriedly accosting the bystanders in turn. "Ask Sanine," was Ivanoff's malicious suggestion.
The monks glanced apprehensively in their direction and even the poplars seemed to lose something of their devotional calm. "We've all come here, too," said Schafroff, approaching Yourii whom he revered. "So I see," muttered Yourii irritably. "You'll join our party, won't you?" asked Schafroff as he came nearer. "No, thank you, I am engaged," said Yourii, with some impatience.
"I am trying to speak in such a way as to be understood by all," replied Schafroff gently. "Very well! Speak as best you can!" said Dubova with a gesture expressing her resignation. Sina Karsavina laughed at Schafroff, too, in her pretty way, tossing back her head and showing her white, shapely throat. Hers was a rich, musical laugh.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking