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Updated: June 12, 2025
Of course you know that they have a great admiration and affection for you." Prince Davidov looked at him piercingly but calmly, perhaps too calmly. It seemed strange that he answered nothing to the remark about the Pirozhkovskys as if Trirodov's words passed by him like momentary shadows, without so much as touching anything in his soul.
"No," answered Trirodov, "I do not intend to fool you. You will get your money tomorrow." Ostrov came at the same hour next evening. This time he was led into Trirodov's study. "Well," asked Ostrov rather impudently, "do you mean to give me the money? Or will you play the same farce once more?"
He was tormented by a feeling of hostility to Trirodov. He glanced at Trirodov with suspicion and hate. He was exasperated by Trirodov's confident tone and facile speech. Piotr's remarks addressed to the visitor were often caustic, even coarse. Rameyev looked vexed at Piotr now and then, but Trirodov appeared not to notice his sallies, and was simple, tranquil, and courteous.
Upon seeing him again they would say: "There goes our detective!" Of the uniformed police the first to make inquiries at Trirodov's colony was a sergeant. He was fairly drunk It happened on the same day that Egorka returned home to his mother. The sergeant entered the outer courtyard, the gates of which happened to have been left open by chance. A strong smell of vodka came from him.
The Doulebovs tried all sorts of pinpricks and coarse insinuations; their companions followed suit. Every one tried to outdo the other in saying caustic, spiteful things. Doulebov looked with simulated horror at Trirodov's instructresses who happened to be present, and whispered to Kerbakh: "Their feet are soiled with earth." After luncheon they returned to the school.
In the course of a few days Shabalov sent the announcement that the examination in Trirodov's school was appointed to be held on May 30, at ten o'clock in the morning, on the premises. This meddling on the part of the educational police annoyed Trirodov, but he had to submit to it. Kirsha was acquainted with many boys in town. Some of them were pupils of the gymnasia, some of the town school.
"I haven't yet had time to become a friend of Trirodov's," Piotr answered sharply, "and I don't intend to. As for his friends, nearly every one has his more or less strange acquaintance." And he quickly left with Misha. Ostrov glanced after him with a smile and said: "A grave young man." "Mr. Trirodov has bought some land belonging to him and his brother," explained Kerbakh.
He and his subordinate, the Inspector, showered official papers upon Trirodov and demanded various reports in the established form, so that Trirodov had to prevail upon a small official of the Exchequer to come evenings and copy out all this absurd nonsense. But neither Doulebov nor Shabalov looked in even once into Trirodov's school.
The children from Trirodov's colony decided to come. They brought two wreaths with them. The quiet children came also. They kept by themselves and were silent. The entire town police were present at the funeral. Even police from outlying districts were here. As always, petty provocateurs lurked among the crowd. The crowd moved calmly and solemnly.
There were also several students, college girls, and grownup schoolboys from the higher gymnasia classes. The young priest, Nikolai Matveyevitch Zakrasin, who sympathized with the Cadets, gave lessons in Trirodov's school. He was considered a great freethinker among his colleagues, the priests. The town clergy looked askance at him. And the Diocesan Bishop was not well disposed towards him.
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