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Updated: June 22, 2025
My whole life lies before me. I'm only twenty- four years old! It's not that. Then, what is it?" He suddenly thought of Sina, and how impossible it would be to meet her after that outrageous scene in the wood. Yet how could he possibly help meeting her? The shame of it overwhelmed him. It would be better to die.
And siñá Tona, with a return of the preference which made her idolize her younger son, felt an occasional flare of jealous anger as she pictured her Tonet, her fine brave little boy, off on that navy vessel under the strict discipline of cross officers, while the other one, the Rector, whom she had always thought a sleepy-head, was getting on in the world like anything, and had come to be quite a person in fishing circles.
They threw out from the bottle on to the water the shadow of their brother. etc. Sina looked at the shadow and was struck with its beauty. "That is my husband," said she, "wherever I can find him." etc. Then Sinaleuuna wept and uttered in soliloquy: "Oh, Sinaleuuna, Sinaeteva, you are enraged! Where is our brother? 'Tis for him we are here and slighted." etc.
The Mayflower had been caught abeam by a huge breaker, and was being turned end over end. She was seen for a second, bottom up, and then she sank, out of sight. The women crossed themselves. Strong hands laid hold on siñá Tona and Dolores, to keep them from leaping into the sea. Everybody had guessed what that bundle was, floating out there toward the shore. "The boy! The boy!"
I'm a man now, I am; and I'm going 'cat' in the Mayflower!" His father and mother were in convulsions at the saucy antics of this chip of the old block. As for the Rector, he could have eaten the boy alive with kisses. But siñá Tona could only bawl and bawl like a cry-baby, till her son got really angry. "Mama, will you stop that noise!
He was covered with yellow clay, and Sina's shoulder bore traces of this, for she had rubbed against the side of the cavern. "Well?" asked Semenoff languidly. "It was quite interesting in there," said Yourii half apologetically. "Only the passage does not lead very far. It has been filled up. We saw some rotten planks lying about." "Did you hear us fire?" asked Sina, and her eyes sparkled.
They all wanted to go, and yet were fearful of what they should see. Yourii shrugged his shoulders. "Let us go," he said. "Very likely they won't admit us, and perhaps, too " "Perhaps he might wish to see some one," added Dubova, as if relieved. "Come on! We'll go!" said Sina with decision. "Schafroff and Novikoff are there," added Dubova, as if to justify herself.
"It's not the same thing at all," was Ivanoff's stubborn retort, and his eyes flashed angrily. "It's the act of an idiot, that's what it is!" His strange hatred of Soloveitchik made a most unpleasant impression upon the others. Sina Karsavina, as she got up to go, whispered to Yourii, "I am going. He is simply detestable." Yourii nodded. "Utterly brutal," he murmured.
He walked once more along the boulevard. Girlish voices called to him through the dusk. Sina Karsavina and the school-mistress Dubova were sitting on a bench. It was now getting dark, and their figures were hardly discernible. They wore dark dresses, were without hats, and carried books in their hands. Yourii hastened to join them. "Where have you been?" he asked. "At the library," replied Sina.
Whenever she met him on the streets of the Cabañal, she always had one of her placid wistful smiles for him; and she spent her afternoons with siñá Tona on the beach, just because the old lady was the mother of that bantam who was forever turning the village upside down. But nothing good would ever come of that rogue!
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