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This annoyed Yourii, and he felt sorry that Schafroff should read so badly. The latter was obviously tired, so Yourii said to Sina: "Suppose I finish reading it for him? What do you say?" Sina shot a kindly glance at him from beneath her drooping eye-lashes. "Oh! yes, do read! I wish you would." "Do you think it will matter?" he whispered, smiling at her as if she were his accomplice. "Matter?
"Do you really need one? If I desire, and am able, to do something, I do it. That's my programme!" "A fine one indeed!" exclaimed Schafroff hotly, Yourii merely shrugged his shoulders and made no reply. For a while they all went on drinking in silence. Then Yourii turned to Sanine and proceeded to expound his views concerning the Supreme Good.
Yourii gave another frightened glance at his sister, and met her sad eyes. In confusion he turned to Schafroff, and said hastily: "Have you read Charles Bradlaugh?" "Yes, we read some of his works with Dubova, and Sina Karsavina. Most interesting." "Yes. Oh! have they come back?" "Yes." "Since when?" asked Yourii, hiding his emotion. "Since the day before yesterday."
Each day, however, as it passed, brought nothing but boredom. Once or twice Novikoff and Schafroff came to see him. Yourii also attended lectures and paid visits, yet all this seemed to him empty and aimless. It was not what he sought, or fancied that he sought. One day he went to see Riasantzeff.
Next morning Yourii rose late, feeling indisposed. His head ached, and he had a bad taste in his mouth. At first he could only recollect shouts, jingling glasses, and the waning light of lamps at dawn. Then he remembered how, stumbling and grunting, Schafroff and Peter Ilitsch had retired, while he and Ivanoff the latter pale with drink, but firm on his feet stood talking on the balcony.
They walked past Riasantzeff who scowled at them as they went towards the gate. At some distance Sanine noticed another group of young men whom he did not know and who stood, like a flock of sheep, with their heads close together. In their midst stood Schafroff, talking and gesticulating, but he became silent on seeing Sanine. The others all turned to look at the last-named.
"Well, this is what we have decided to do," continued Schafroff, moving nearer to Lialia, as if the matter were becoming much more complex, "we mean to ask Lida Sanina and Sina Karsavina to sing. Each a solo, first of all, and afterwards a duet. One is a contralto, and the other, a soprano, so that will do nicely.
Schafroff jumped up, nearly dragging the cloth off the table as he seized Yourii's hand, and murmured effusively: "How awfully good of you to come! I am so glad! Really, it's most kind of you! Thank you ever so much!" Yourii as he took a seat between Sanine and Peter Ilitsch, proceeded to look about him.
"What is that?" asked Schafroff, who was unfamiliar with this part of the country. "A cavern," replied Ivanoff. "What sort of cavern?" "The devil only knows! They say that once it was a coiners' den. As usual they were all caught. Rather hard lines, wasn't it?" said Ivanoff. "Perhaps you'd like to start a business of that sort yourself and manufacture sham twenty-copeck pieces?" asked Novikoff.
Not in the least. Everybody will be delighted." During a pause, she suggested this to Schafroff, who being tired and aware how badly he had read, accepted with pleasure. "Of course! By all means!" he exclaimed, as usual, giving up his place to Yourii. Yourii was fond of reading, and read excellently.
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