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She looked at him, and then at Svarogitsch, feeling almost bashful, and yet strangely glad. It was as if the two disputants were arguing as to who should possess her. "Thus, it follows," continued Sanine, "that you do not need what you are vainly seeking.
"Yes Schafroff, Svarogitsch, Ivanoff ..." "Oh! Yourii Nicolaijevitsch is with you, is he?" asked Sina, and she blushed. To utter the name of him she loved sent a thrill through her as though she were looking down into some precipice. "Why do you ask?" "Because er I met him," she answered, blushing deeper. "Well, good-bye!" Sanine gently held her proffered hand in his.
Yourii Svarogitsch and Schafroff were both keenly interested in politics, and in a recently formed society for mutual education, Yourii read all the latest books, and believed that he had now found his vocation in life, and a way to end all his doubts. Yet, however much he read, and despite all his activities, life had no charm for him, being barren and dreary.
If Yourii Svarogitsch forms an exception, it is solely on account of his superior intelligence." "I do not quite understand you," began Sina timidly. "You speak of Yourii Nicolaijevitsch as if he himself were to blame for not being other than what he is. If life fails to satisfy a man, then that man stands above life."
Colonel Nicolai Yegorovitch Svarogitsch who lived in the little town awaited the arrival of his son, a student at the Moscow Polytechnic. The latter was under the surveillance of the police and had been expelled from Moscow as a suspected person. It was thought that he was in league with revolutionists.
"I dare say, but I advise you not to " "For chastity's sake, I suppose?" "If you like." "But chastity is the very thing that we don't possess!" "If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out!" said Ivanoff. "Oh! please don't talk nonsense, like Yourii Svarogitsch! God didn't give us eyes that we might pluck out." Ivanoff smiled, and shrugged his shoulders.
"I know that you are in love with Yourii Svarogitsch," he began. "Perhaps it is that which grieves you most?" "I am in love with no one," murmured Sina, clasping her hands convulsively. "Don't bear me any ill-will," pleaded Sanine. "You're just as beautiful as ever you were, and the same happiness that you gave to me, you will give to him you love far more, indeed, far more.
What followed was for those living wholly beyond the pale of their thought or comprehension. "Come to my place, and we will hold a memorial service for the departed," said Ivanoff to Sanine. The latter nodded his acceptance. On the way, they bought vodka and hors d'oeuvres, and overtook Yourii Svarogitsch, who was walking slowly along the boulevard, looking much depressed.
At the church-porch lamps glimmered, and in the air there was a faint odour either of incense or of faded poplar-leaves. "Hullo, Svarogitsch!" shouted some one behind him. Yourii turned round, and saw Schafroff, Sanine, Ivanoff and Peter Ilitch, who came across the court-yard, talking loudly and merrily.
This Youra died, and in his place quite another man walks and thinks, the student, Yourii Svarogitsch. If they were to meet, Youra would not understand Yourii, and might even hate him as a possible tutor ready to cause him no end of annoyance. Therefore, between them there is a gulf, and therefore, if the boy Youra is dead, I am dead myself, though till now I never noticed it. That is how it is.
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