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The pent-up forces crave an outlet; the body pines for joy, and suffers torment through its own impotence. Their life is one of perpetual discord and uncertainty, and they catch at any straw that might help them to a newer theory of morals, till at last so melancholy do they become that they are afraid to live, afraid to feel." "Yes, yes," was Sina's vigorous assent.
"Death is a horrible thing!" said Yourii, turning pale. Dubova sighed, and gazed into vacancy. Sina's chin trembled, and she smiled helplessly. She could not feel so shocked as the others; young as she was, and full of life, she could not fix her thoughts on death.
He then proceeded to expound his own views on the subject, and the more he spoke, the more he strove to win Sina's approval, mercilessly attacking Schafroff's scheme, and even those points with which he himself was in sympathy. The burly Goschienko now gave his views on the subject.
He asks the question so often asked before, How can multiplicity come from unity? And after giving Ibn Sina's scheme of the emanation of the Intelligences one after the other, and criticizing it in the manner of Gazali and Maimonides, he gives his own solution that the variety and multiplicity of the world tends to one end, which is the order of the world.
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.
Afterwards Yourii could never remember if she had said this to him in a loud, clear voice that echoed through the woodland, or if the words had floated to him like a soft whisper on the evening breeze. He sat down on the grass and smoothed his hair with his hand. "How silly, and yet how delightful it all is!" he thought, smiling. In the distance he heard Sina's voice.
Dead silence ensued. A sad spirit seemed to pass noiselessly through the room. Tears rose to Sina's eyes, and Lialia's face grew red with emotion. Yourii smiled mournfully as he turned towards the window. "That's all," said Riasantzeff meditatively. "What more would you have?" asked Sina with quivering lips. Ivanoff rose and reached across for the matches that were on the table.
Splashed with wet mud to the knees, the boy entered, and snatching his cap from his head, said: "The young lady sent me." "Sinotschka," wrote Dubova, "if possible, do come back to town this evening. The Inspector of Schools has arrived, and will visit our school to-morrow morning. It won't look well if you are not there." "What is it?" asked Sina's old aunt. "Olga has sent for me.
"It's nothing more than tomfoolery," he muttered. "For shame!" was Sina's indignant protest. Yourii glanced in disgust at Ivanoff's long, smooth hair and turned away. "To take the case of Soloveitchik," resumed Riasantzeff, and again his eyes twinkled. "I always thought him a nincompoop a silly Jew boy. And now, see what he has shown himself to be!
If this were so, love would be infinitely richer and more varied in all its forms, and more influenced by chance and opportunity." "I hadn't the least fear just now," was Sina's proud reflection. She suddenly looked at Sanine, feeling as if this were her first sight of him. There he sat, facing her, in the stern, a fine figure of a man; dark-eyed, broad-shouldered, intensely virile.
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