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I knew, quite clearly, as I lay on my back in the cart, that the fight against Semyonov and the fight against ... was mingled together, depended for their issue one upon the other that the dead men in the forest had no merely accidental connexion with Marie Ivanovna's safety and Semyonov's scornful piracies.
He was like a dying man fighting for possession of the last plank. I can't at this distance of time remember all that he said. He talked a great deal about Russia; while he spoke I noticed that he avoided Semyonov's eyes, which never for a single instant left his face. "Oh, don't you see, don't you see?" he cried. "Russia's chance has come back to her? We can fight now a holy, patriotic war.
Two: the evening at O , when Marie Ivanovna had been angry and we had first heard the cannon. Three: the day at S and Marie kneeling on the cart with her hand on Semyonov's shoulder. Five: the talk with Marie in the park. Six: the wet night at Nijnieff.
Then, clumsily, Bohun said, he opened it, to see whether it were loaded, I suppose, and closed it again. After that, very softly indeed, he shuffled off towards the door of Semyonov's room, the room that had once been the sanctuary of his inventions. All this time young Bohun was paralysed.
Semyonov's big body occupied half the wagon, Andrey Vassilievitch's boots touched my head and at intervals his whole body gave nervous jerks. It was also quite bitterly cold, which was curious enough after the warmth of the earlier nights. And always, at what seemed to be regular intervals, there came, from the forest, the banging of the iron door.
What regiment? bullet or shrapnel?" I remember that some wounded man, in high fever, was singing, and that no one could stop him. "He's dead," I heard Semyonov's curt voice behind me, and turning saw them cover the body on the stretcher with a sheet. "Oh! Oh!... Oh! Oh!" shrieked a man from the middle of whose back Nikitin, probing with his finger, was extracting a bullet.
I heard Semyonov's voice, very cold, official and polite. Then again: "Well, in God's name, hurry then! ... taking up the road! ... hurry, I tell you!" On we jogged again. Trenchard's voice came to me: he had been, it might be, talking for some time. "And so I'm not surprised, Durward, that you thought me a terrible fool to show my feelings as I've done this last fortnight.
From the very first the two men had been opponents. It seemed as though Nikitin's great stature and fine air, as of a king travelling in disguise from some foreign country, made him the only man in the world to put out Semyonov's sinister blaze. Nikitin was an idealist, a mystic, a dreamer everything that Semyonov was not.
I recalled Semyonov's jesting words: "Even though it's the wise men succeed in this world I don't doubt it's the fools have their way in the next." I waited for my Sign.... Last of all I can hear it objected that every one was surely too busy to attend to relationships or shades of relationships.
What she did it for I can't imagine. Fancy going to a fellow like Grogoff! Lawrence has been coming every day and just sitting there, not saying anything. Semyonov's amiable to everybody especially amiable to Markovitch. But he's laughing at him all the time I think. Anyway he makes him mad sometimes, so that I think Markovitch is going to strike him.
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