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Death, life, conflict, defeat, triumph, love, freedom, country.... Good God, grant as much to all of us! That's a very different thing from sitting up to one's neck in a bog, and pretending it's all the same to you, when in fact it really is all the same. While there the strings are tuned to the highest pitch, to play to all the world or to break! Shubin's head sank on to his breast.
It was already quite dark; the moon not yet at the full stood high in the sky, the milky way shone white, and the stars spotted the heavens, when Bersenyev, after taking leave of Anna Vassilyevna, Elena, and Zoya, went up to his friend's door. He found it locked. He knocked. 'Who is there? sounded Shubin's voice. 'I, answered Bersenyev. 'What do you want?
The embarrassment he had felt in her presence disappeared, and his lisp was less marked. The conversation passed on to the university. 'Tell me, Elena asked him, 'were there any remarkable men among your comrades? Bersenyev was again reminded of Shubin's words. 'No, Elena Nikolaevna, to tell you the truth, there was not a single remarkable man among us. And, indeed, where are such to be found!
Elena stopped, called to Bersenyev, and also took his arm, but continued talking to Insarov. She asked him the words for lily-of-the-valley, clover, oak, lime, and so on in his language... 'Bulgaria's in it! thought poor Andrei Petrovitch. Suddenly a shriek was heard in front; every one looked up. Shubin's cigar-case fell into a bush, flung by Zoya's hand.
... Paul shuts himself up, Andrei Petrovitch has taken to coming less often.... poor fellow! I fancy he... But that can never be, though. I like talking to Andrei Petrovitch; never a word of self, always of something sensible, useful. Very different from Shubin. Shubin's as fine as a butterfly, and admires his own finery; which butterflies don't do.
'I did not at all... with that idea, rejoined Nikolai Artemyevitch, still as before avoiding Shubin's eyes. 'However, I will readily forgive you, for, as you know, I am not an exacting person. 'Oh, that admits of no doubt! said Shubin. 'But allow me to be inquisitive; is Anna Vassilyevna aware precisely what constituted my offence?
The 'honoured stranger' listened to Shubin's speech, his head held contemptuously on one side and his arms akimbo. 'I don't understand what you say, he commented at last. 'Do you suppose I'm a cobbler or a watchmaker? Hey! I'm an officer, an official, so there. 'I don't doubt that Shubin was beginning.
The sudden death of Shubin's father very nearly effected a complete transformation in the young man's future. The senator, the patron of genius, made him a present of a bust of Homer in plaster, and did nothing more. But Anna Vassilyevna helped him with money, and at nineteen he scraped through into the university in the faculty of medicine.
Do you see this note of invitation, these letters, R.S.V.P.? Even in the country there's no peace for me. Addio! Bersenyev listened to Shubin's tirade in silence, looking as though he were just a little ashamed of him. Then he went into the courtyard of the Stahovs' house. And Shubin did really go to Prince Tchikurasov, to whom with the most cordial air he began saying the most insulting things.
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