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Soloveitchik blushed and smiled, as he timidly replied: "Oh! I beg your pardon! I am so sorry, but I never thought that you were coming, or else I would have stayed at home. I am just out for a little walk." His wistful eyes shone. "Come along with us," said Sanine, kindly, as he took hold of his arm.
Their noiseless footsteps may have made Sultan uneasy, for he suddenly crept out of his kennel and sat in front of it, rattling his chain. "Perhaps you're right," observed Soloveitchik sadly, "but was it absolutely necessary? Would it not have been better if you had borne the blow?" "Better?" said Sanine. "A blow's always a painful thing. And why? For what reason?"
"How can I force people to alter their opinions? I myself expected to be told how to live, and how to think. God has not given me the voice of a prophet, so, in what way can I help?" Sultan gave a grunt of satisfaction. "Eat away, old boy, eat away!" said Soloveitchik. "I would let you loose for a little run, but I haven't got the key, and I'm so tired."
"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!
So he went on foot, and, after walking over a thousand versts, died on the way, and thus sacrificed his life for others." "And you, oh! do tell me," cried Soloveitchik with flashing eyes, "do you recognize the greatness of such a man?" "He was much talked about at the time," replied Sanine thoughtfully. "Some did not look upon him as a Christian, and for that reason condemned him.
From the window a broad ray of light fell across the garden, illuminating in mystic fashion the frail little flowers that shrank beneath the turbulent heaven with its countless banners, black and ominous, unfolded to the night. Overcome by grief, unnerved by a sense of solitude and of some irreparable loss, Soloveitchik went back into his room, sat down at the table, and wept.
Soloveitchik, apparently delighted, accepted the proffered arm, thrust his cap on the back of his head, and walked along as if, instead of Sanine's arm, it was something precious that he was holding. His mouth seemed to reach from ear to ear.
"Oh! no; though certainly my temperament has usually been calm enough, but there were times when I was harassed by doubts of all kinds. At one time, indeed, I dreamed that the ideal life for me was the Christian life." Sanine paused, and Soloveitchik leaned forward eagerly as if to hear something of the utmost importance.
Outside, the gate creaked, and again the dog's gruff bark was heard. "They've come!" cried Soloveitchik as he rushed out of the room. "Lie down, Sultan!" he shouted from the house-door. There was a sound of heavy footseps of coughing, and of men's voices. Then a young student from the Polytechnic School entered, very like Goschienko, except that he was dark and plain.
Yourii noticed her dejection, and was morbidly pleased thereat, as if he had revenged himself on some one he loved for a gross personal insult. At home his ill-humour was increased. During dinner Lialia repeated what Riasantzeff had told her about Soloveitchik. As the men were removing the corpse, several urchins had called out: "Ikey's hanged himself! Ikey's hanged himself!"
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