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Updated: June 22, 2025
"A friend of mine told me that my life is most instructive," said Yourii after a pause, though no one had ever made such a statement to him. "In what way?" asked Sina cautiously. "As an example of how not to live." "Oh! do tell us all about it. Perhaps we might profit by the lesson," said Dubova.
Then said the father to his wife and Sina: "You make your escape, and I will remain here and raise mountains to keep it back." Sina and her mother went on ahead, but on looking over their shoulder there was the eel again still rustling after them. Then the mother said to her daughter: "You make your escape alone, and I will remain here, raise mountains and intercept the creature."
But he let the propitious moment pass, laughing gently, almost mockingly, to himself. "Why do you laugh?" "Oh! I don't know! nothing!" replied Yourii nervously, trying to appear unmoved. They were both silent as they listened to faint sounds that came to them through the darkness. "Have you ever been in love?" asked Sina, suddenly. "Yes," said Yourii slowly. 'Suppose I tell her? he thought.
She opened the gate, and they crossed a little grass-grown courtyard beyond which lay the garden. "Go into the garden, will you?" said Sina, laughing. "I would ask you to come indoors, but I am afraid things are rather untidy, as I have been out ever since the morning." She went in, and Yourii sauntered towards the green, fragrant garden.
Whenever he asked himself what it was that attracted him to Sina Karsavina, the answer was always "the sexual instinct, and nothing else." Without knowing why, this explanation provoked intense self- contempt. Yet a tacit understanding had been established between them and, like two mirrors, the emotions of the one were reflected in the other.
Siñá Tona could stand the strain no longer. She crammed her handkerchief into both eyes to keep the tears from bursting out. When the prayer was over, the curate reached for the hyssop: Asperges ... and he sprinkled a rain of water upon the boat's stern, and the spray dripped down in shining drops over the painted sides.
"I want to see Mademoiselle Karsavina, the schoolteacher," replied the bare-footed urchin, in a shrill voice. "Why?" To Sanine the name instantly recalled a vision of Sina, standing at the water's edge in all her nude, sunlit loveliness. "I have got a letter for her," said the boy. "Aha! She must be at the hospice over the way, as she is not here. You had better go there."
And, as if he had got that mode of expression which he wanted, he continued to give out this long-drawn note, only interrupted by his laboured, hoarse breathing. At first the others could not conceive what had happened to him, but soon Sina and Dubova and Novikoff began to weep. Slowly and solemnly the priest resumed his chanting. His fat good-tempered face showed evident sympathy and emotion.
I wanted to explain things, so that you might not utterly hate and loathe me. After all ... what else could I do? How was I to resist? There came a moment when I felt that the last barrier between us had fallen, and that, if I missed this moment of my life, it would never again be mine. You're so beautiful, so young ..." Sina was mute.
Undoubtedly the most important of Abulcasis' contemporaries is the famous physician whose Arabic name, Ibn Sina, was transformed into Avicenna.
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