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Updated: June 12, 2025
"What sort of place have you prepared for yourself?" asked Ostrov, smiling malignantly. "Or is it a secret?" "It is the moon," was Trirodov's simple and tranquil answer. Ostrov laughed boisterously. Trirodov added: "Moreover, the moon has been created by me. She is before my window, ready to take me."
Her face was pale, and her eyes were aflame with anger. The Captain thought cautiously: "Such a woman would not stop at murder." He made haste to take his leave. The educational police also conferred its presence on Trirodov's school in the person of the Inspector of the National Schools.
They were so painfully in love with the dream of liberation! Some of the instructresses from Trirodov's colony were also here, among them the sad Nadezhda and the ecstatic Maria. There were quite a number of schoolboys and schoolgirls present. These tried to act at ease, to show that it was not their first occasion of the sort. There were also many college students, both men and women.
Piotr and Rameyev arrived at Trirodov's together. Rameyev more than once said to Piotr that he had been very rude to Trirodov, and that he ought to smooth out matters somehow. Piotr agreed very unwillingly. Once more they talked about the war. Trirodov asked Rameyev: "I think you see only a political significance in this war." "And do you disagree with me?" asked Rameyev.
It had other things to think of in those turbulent days. Instead, it turned its ill-disposed attention to Trirodov's educational colony thanks to the efforts of Ostrov and his friends and patrons. The neighbourhood of Trirodov's estate began to teem with detectives.
Coarse recollections of former days revived in her soul, now full of delicious soothings of a different, blessed existence created by Trirodov in the quiet coolness of the beloved wood. Then Zinaida sighed as if awakened from a midday nightmare. She went quietly her own way. In the course of several days Trirodov's colony was visited by the Commissary of the police.
Trirodov said all this in a dry, cold voice. The news that Elisaveta would become Trirodov's wife acted differently on her relatives. Rameyev liked Trirodov, and was glad because of the closer connexion; he was a little sorry for Piotr, but thought it was well that the matter had come to a decision, and Piotr would no longer torment himself by entertaining false hopes.
The Governor took other measures. Clouds were beginning to gather over Trirodov's colony. The union also made no little effort to arouse the hooligan part of the population against the Jews and against the intelligentsia. The town was in a state of ferment. The Cossacks often paraded the streets. The working men eyed them with hostility.
And here the higher authorities have announced their coming, and these people pay absolutely no attention to it." At last the small gate opened, suddenly and noiselessly. A boy, sunburnt and barefoot, in a white shirt and short white breeches, stood on the threshold. The angry Doulebov said in his thin, shrill voice: "Is this Trirodov's school?" "Yes," said the boy.
Some one came to him, something appeared before him, wonderful apparitions visited him, now in dream, now in his waking hours, and they consumed his sadness. Sadness was Trirodov's habitual state.
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