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Updated: June 22, 2025
A number of children, Pascualet among them, were chasing a dog about in the mud of the gutters. Groups were sitting in front of the other houses along the road, to get full benefit of the faint breeze that was blowing off the sea. Redeu! How people must have been stewing in Valencia that night! Siñá Tona was getting very old. She had "taken her jump," as she put it.
On the farthest projection of the jetty, where the storm surf was dashing highest against the outer rocks, stood Dolores, bareheaded, her face pale, clinging to siñá Tona, who was wild with anguish for her boy, her Pascualet, who was still out there!
But then he had to admit that the conceptions of debauchery and of purity were merely as withered leaves that cover fresh grown grass, and that girls romantic and chaste as Lialia or Sina Karsavina had the right to plunge into the stream of sensual enjoyment.
"Take my arm," he suggested, "or else you may fall." Sina placed her arm in his, feeling a strange emotion as she touched his muscles that were hard as steel. Thus they went on in the darkness, through the woods to the river. In the wood it was pitch-dark, as if all the trees had been fused and melted in a warm, impenetrable mist. "Oh! how dark it is!"
It pained him to hear the dead man spoken of thus. "Well I can understand why Sarudine did it," said Lialia, "but Soloveitchik? I never would have thought it possible! What was the reason?" "God knows!" replied Ivanoff. "He was always a bit queer." At that moment Riasantzeff drove up, and meeting Sina Karsavina on the doorstep, they came upstairs together.
"We shan't get along like this; that's very clear," said Dubova. "Walk back with me, Yourii Nicolaijevitch," cried Sina. Then, turning to Sanine, she said "Au revoir!" For a moment their eyes met. Sina felt pleasurably alarmed. "Alas!" cried Dubova, as she went out, "our little club has collapsed before it has even been properly started."
Siñá Tona tried to warm in her hands the little head whose eyes were closed forever. Dolores was kneeling at his side, digging her nails into her face, pulling frantically at her luxuriant beautiful hair, her eyes, of the glints of gold, rolling vacantly, wildly, in all directions, while piercing screams went out into space. "Fill meu! Fill meu!"
The tombstones and crosses looked whiter in this dull setting. So the black earth received Yourii. Just at that awful moment when the coffin disappeared from view and the earth became a barrier for ever between the quick and the dead, Sina uttered a piercing shriek. Her sobs echoed through the quiet burial- ground, painfully affecting the little group of silent mourners.
Take some of the folk here, for instance Sina Karsavina, or Semenoff, or Lida even, who might have avoided becoming commonplace. But oh! they bore me now. I'm tired of them. I've put up with it all as long as I could; I can't stand it any longer." Ivanoff looked at him for a good while. "Come, come!" he said. "You'll surely say good-bye to your people?" "Not I! It's just they who bore me most."
A curse on the Rector's head! That cuckold was to blame for everything! He was the one responsible for the fleet's going out. It would serve him right if he never got in! And Dolores and siñá Tona caught such angry words, and lowered their heads in shame under public condemnation.
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