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Sanine sat down on the opposite side of the steps, lighted a cigarette, and silently watched Soloveitchik, whose strange demeanour interested him. "What do you do with yourself here?" he asked, after a while. Languidly the other turned to him his large, sad eyes. "I just live here, that's all. When the mill was at work, I used to be in the office.
They don't know what they are doing. Well, whether they know or not, they're brutes, and nothing else!" His thoughts reverted to Soloveitchik. "How lonely is each of us in this world! There was poor Soloveitchik, great of heart, living in our midst ready to make any sacrifice, and to suffer for others. Yet nobody, any more than I did, noticed him or appreciated him. In fact, we despised him.
His teeth rattled, and, while he spat blood, he mechanically brushed the sand from his knees. Then, reeling forward, he fell down again. "Oh! how horrible! How horrible!" exclaimed Sina Karsavina, hurrying away from the spot. "Come along!" said Sanine to Ivanoff, looking upwards to avoid so revolting a sight. "Come along, Soloveitchik." But Soloveitchik did not stir.
He looked about him as a young peasant might do when first coming to a town. Pushing past them, Soloveitchik began solemnly, "Gentlemen, these are " "Oh! that'll do!" cried Goschienko, interrupting him, as usual. "Good evening, comrades." "Pistzoff and Koudriavji," said the Polytechnic student.
"Yes, a bird may do that, but I'm not a bird; I'm a man," said Soloveitchik with naive earnestness. Sanine laughed outright, and for a moment the merry sound echoed through the gloomy courtyard. Soloveitchik shook his head. "No," he murmured sadly, "all that's only talk. You can't tell me how I ought to live. Nobody can tell me that." "That's very true. Nobody can tell you that.
"You've always got some silly nonsense of that sort. It's not necessary in the least." "Well ... I thought ... that...." stammered Soloveitchik, as, looking embarrassed, he put the bell in his pocket. "I think that the table should be placed in the middle of the room," said the student.
Soloveitchik nodded, as with childish pleasure. "Well, at that time Semenoff was very ill. He was living in the Crimea, where he gave lessons. There, solitude and the presentiment of his approaching death drove him to despair. Lande heard of this, and determined to go thither and save this lost soul. He had no money, and no one was willing to lend any to a reputed madman.
Carrying this in one hand, the other being outstretched to maintain his balance, he walked across the yard, taking short steps. In order to see better, he had placed a lamp close to the window, yet it was so dark in the yard that Soloveitchik felt relieved when he reached the dog's kennel. Sultan's shaggy form, invisible in the gloom, advanced to meet him, and a chain rattled ominously. "Ah!
Then Soloveitchik suddenly whispered something that sounded so weird that Sanine, shuddering, exclaimed: "What's that you said?" "Tell me," muttered Soloveitchik, "tell me what you think. Suppose a man can't see his way clear, but is always thinking and worrying, as everything only perplexes and terrifies him tell me, wouldn't it be better for him to die?"
I cannot say how I should have behaved in Sanine's place. Of course, duelling's stupid, and to fight with fists is not much better." "But what is a man to do if he's compelled to fight?" said Sina. Yourii shrugged his shoulders. "It's for Soloveitchik that we ought to be sorry," said Riasantzeff, after a pause. The words contrasted strangely with his cheerful countenance.
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