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His face looked ghastly in the gloom; his eyes were like two black holes. "You are a dead man," said Sanine with inward apprehension, as he rose to go; "and for a dead man the best place is the grave. Good-bye." Soloveitchik apparently did not hear him, but sat there motionless. Sanine waited for a while and then slowly walked away. At the gate he stopped to listen, but could hear nothing.
The idea of his doctrine was a beautiful one, but they have made of it a lifeless dogma." Tired with talking, Sanine said no more. Soloveitchik remained silent also. There was great stillness around them, while overhead the stars seemed to maintain a conversation wordless and unending.
"I beg your pardon, Jakof Adolfovitch!" he exclaimed, as he proceeded to shake Von Deitz's hand with great energy. Thus it was some time before in the darkness they could find the door. In the ante-room, on tows of nails put up specially for this evening by orderly Soloveitchik, hung hats and caps, while close to the window were dark green bottles containing beer.
"That's all right," he said. "We're not all here, but deuce take the others!" cried a burly, good- looking student. His loud tradesman's voice made one feel that he was used to ordering others about. Soloveitchik sprang forward to the table and rang a little bell. He smiled once more, and this time for sheer satisfaction at having thought of using a bell. "Oh I none of that!" growled the student.
"Of course I refuse," said Sanine in a strangely calm voice, looking the other straight in the eyes. Sarudine breathed hard, as if he were lifting a heavy weight. "Once more I ask you do you refuse?" His voice had a hard, metallic ring. Soloveitchik turned very pale. "Oh, dear! Oh! dear! He's going to hit him!" he thought.
The room was still full of tobacco-smoke, and the floor was covered with cigarette ends and matches. Soloveitchik at once fetched a broom and began to sweep out the rooms, for he took a pride in keeping his little home clean and neat. Then he got a bucket of water from a cupboard, and broke bread into it.
"Bah! how absurd it sounds!" he exclaimed as he pushed the paper from him with such violence that it fell to the floor." "But that miserable little fellow, Soloveitchik, didn't think it absurd that he could not understand the meaning of life!" Yourii failed to perceive that he was taking as his model a man whom he had described as a miserable little fellow.
What's done is done; and, if I thought that I had done wrong, I should be the first to say so." "I wanted to ask you this," said Soloveitchik, quivering with excitement. "Do you realize that perhaps you might have killed that man?" "There's not much doubt about that," replied Sanine. "It would have been difficult for a man like Sarudine to get out of the mess unless he killed me, or I killed him.
Soloveitchik clasped his head with both hands, as one distraught. "I've not got the brains to understand it all," he said plaintively. "And I don't in the least know how I ought to live." "Why should you know? Live as the bird flies. If it wants to move its right wing, it moves it. If it wants to fly round a tree, it does so."
"But why is that?" said a mournful voice, as Soloveitchik, who was getting in every one's way, stumbled forward. Until this moment his existence had been ignored, and many were struck by the forlorn expression of his countenance. "I say, Soloveitchik," said Sanine pensively, "one day I must come and see you, and we'll have a chat," "By all means! Pray do so!" said Soloveitchik, bowing effusively.
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