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"Why are you dawdling along like this, eh?" he asked, stopping short, and giving Yourii a big, strong hand. "Oh! I am bored to death, and there's nothing to do. Where are you going?" asked Yourii, in a languid, patronizing tone. He always spoke thus to Schafroff, because, as a former member of the revolutionary committee he looked upon the lad as just an amateur revolutionist.
Then, after they had strolled through the entire garden, they again met, Sina Karsavina being now one of the party, looking charmingly graceful in her light summer dress. "Why are you walking by yourselves, like that?" if asked Dubova. "Come; and join us." "Let us go down one of the side-walks," suggested Schafroff. "Here, it's so terribly crowded."
"Soloveitchik, are your workmen coming?" asked Dubova. "Yes, of course they are!" replied Soloveitchik, jumping up as if he had been stung. "We have already sent to fetch them." "Soloveitchik, don't shout like that!" exclaimed Goschienko. "Here they are!" said Schafroff, who was listening to Goschienko's words with almost reverent attention.
Their faces expressed honest indignation and a certain shy curiosity. "They're plotting against you," said Ivanoff, somewhat amazed to see the baleful look in Sanine's eyes. Red as a lobster, Schafroff came forward, blinking his eyelids, and approached Sanine, who turned round sharply on his heel, as though he were ready to knock the first man down.
Then, being never wont to postpone matters, she hastened to her brother's room. There she found Schafroff who was discussing something with Yourii. She stood, irresolute, in the doorway. "Good morning," she said absently. "Good morning!" replied Schafroff. "Pray come in, Ludmilla Nicolaijevna; your help is absolutely necessary in this matter."
"I have drawn up a programme but perhaps it would bore you if I read it out?" said Schafroff, with a furtive glance at Dubova. "I propose to begin with 'The Origin of the Family' side by side with Darwin's works, and, in literature, we could take Tolstoi." "Of course, Tolstoi!" said Von Deitz, looking extremely pleased with himself as he proceeded to light a cigarette.
Then the lamps were put out and the room became dark. "Thank you very much," said Schafroff as he warmly shook Yourii's hand. "I wish that we always had some one to read to us like that." Lecturing was his business, and so he felt obliged to Yourii as if the latter had done him a personal service, although he thanked him in the name of the people. Schafroff laid stress on the word "people."
"Don't I attend these lectures?" she exclaimed, as, bending down to Yourii, she held out her hand. He gladly grasped it without speaking, and leaning lightly on him she sprang from the platform. He felt her sweet, wholesome breath close to his face. "It is time to begin," said Schafroff, who came in from the adjoining room.
Vehement sounds of protest were heard on every side, and like a group of withered leaves scattered by the wind, the crowd dispersed. Schafroff at first ran on in front, but soon afterwards came back again. Riasantzeff stood with others aside, and gesticulated violently.
Grouped round the band-stand were clerks, shopmen, schoolboys in Hessian boots, and little girls wearing brightly-coloured handkerchiefs round their heads. In the main walks and side-walks, as if engaged in an endless quadrille, there moved a vivacious throng, composed of officers, students, and ladies. They soon met Dubova, Schafroff, and Yourii Svarogitsch, and exchanged smiles as they passed.
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