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Updated: June 12, 2025
In the end Piotr was compelled to restrain himself and abandon his sharp manner. Then he grew silent altogether. After Trirodov's departure Piotr left the room. It was evident that he did not wish to join in any discussion about the visitor. The day was hot, sultry, windless helplessly prostrate before the arrowed glances of the infuriated Dragon.
So as not to be caught off his guard, he put his left hand into the pocket of his dusty and greasy trousers and felt there the hard body of a revolver, which he then transferred to his right-hand pocket. On the threshold of the house he was met by Trirodov. Trirodov's face expressed nothing except an apparent effort to suppress his feelings.
Elisaveta espied the high turrets rising above the white wall and recalled Trirodov's neither young nor handsome face: she became suffused with a sweet passion, as with a rich wine but it was an emotion not free from pain. Before they realized it they were quite close to the white wall, near the ponderous closed gates. The small gate was open.
Prince Davidov looked reproachfully at Trirodov. A repressed smile trembled on Trirodov's lips and an obstinate challenge gleamed in his eyes. The visitor affectionately drew Grisha to him and stroked him gently. The quiet boy stood calmly there and Trirodov was gloomy. He said to his visitor: "You love children. I can understand that. They are angelic beings, though unbearable sometimes.
He found it a pleasant diversion to chat with Trirodov, and even to wrangle with him sometimes. He made two calls at Trirodov's house, and did not find him in. Rameyev wrote several invitations. He received courteous but evasive replies expressing regret at not being able to come. One evening Rameyev growled at Piotr: "He stopped coming because of your rudeness."
"Yet he is a guest," reflected Piotr to himself, but at last he could hold out no longer; he felt that he must in one way or another shake Trirodov's self-assurance. Piotr walked up to him and, swaying before him on his long thin legs, remarked, without almost the slightest effort to conceal his animosity: "Some days ago on the pier a stranger made inquiries about you.
They were shown the fruit-orchard and the garden-beds, above which the bees buzzed; and the air was fresh with the honeyed aroma of flowers half lost in the tender softness of profuse grasses. But the sisters soon left. They had intended to go home, but somehow they lost their way among the paths and found themselves in sight of Trirodov's house.
"What is your profession?" asked Piotr. Ostrov bowed with dignity and said: "I'm an actor!" "I doubt it," said Piotr once more sharply, "you look more like a detective." "You are mistaken," said Ostrov in a flustered way. Piotr turned away from him. "Let us go home at once," he said to the sisters. It was growing dark. Ostrov was approaching Trirodov's gates. His face betrayed agitation.
Doulebov said: "I know he is very stupid and undeveloped, but zealous. If directed properly he can be very useful." Next morning the Headmaster of the National Schools, accompanied by the Vice-Governor and Shabalov, started in their carriages from the Headmaster's offices and drove off to Trirodov's school in the Prosianiya Meadows. They had not yet fully recovered from the previous day's carouse.
But Doulebov did not wish to invite the Vice-Governor direct to Trirodov's school, so as to give no one any reason for saying that he did it on purpose. That was why he persuaded the Vice-Governor to come to the examination at the town school on the eve of the day appointed for the examinations at the Trirodov school. The town school was situated in one of the dirty side streets.
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