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Updated: May 9, 2025
A meeting with Viktor!!! Dora and I had gone to do our Christmas shopping, and we came across him just as we had turned into Tuchlauben. Dora got fiery red, and both their voices trembled. He does look fine, with his black moustache and his flashing eyes! And the green facings on his tunic suit him splendidly.
'Ah, Viktor Alexandritch, what it will be like for me to be without you! she said suddenly. Victor rubbed the glass on the lappet of his coat and put it back in his pocket. You can see for yourself! me and the master could never stay on here; it will soon be winter now, and winter in the country you know yourself is simply disgusting. It's quite another thing in Petersburg!
Of course I don't know what they talked about, but in the afternoon Dora cried frightfully, and Viktor never said good-bye to me; it's impossible that he can have forgotten, so either I must have been too far away at the time, or else Dora did not want him to; most likely the latter. I'm frantically sorry for him, for he is passionately in love with her.
At the billiard-table was Prince N a young man of two- and-twenty, with a lively and rather contemptuous face, in a coat hanging open, a red silk shirt, and loose velvet pantaloons; he was playing with the ex-lieutenant, Viktor Hlopakov.
Prince Viktor had spaced out with the rest an estimated two thousand hours before the story reached him. That was twice as long as it would take the Xochitl armada to reach Tanith. He hadn't gone to Beowulf; that was only sixty-five hours from Tanith and they would have heard about it long ago. Or Amaterasu, or Khepera. How many ships he had was a question; not fewer than five, and possibly more.
'Come along, Piotr, Fustov repeated, completely losing his habitual coolness and self-possession. 'Let's leave this wretch of a boy! 'The boy's not afraid of you, do you hear, Viktor shouted after us, 'he despises you, the boy does! Do you hear! Fustov walked so quickly along the street that I had difficulty in keeping up with him. All at once he stopped short and turned sharply back.
Carried? cried Ivan Demianitch, seeing Fustov made no objection. 'Kolka, march into the study, and look sharp with the music-stand! Olga, this way with the zither! If you don't care for it, you must amuse yourself with conversation, only mind, not above a whisper! Ha, ha ha! But what ever's become of that silly chap, Viktor? He ought to be here to listen too!
Ratsch, had taken an adverse turn. His wife had, indeed, presented him with twins, two boys, whom as a true Russian he had christened Briacheslav and Viacheslav, but his house had been burnt down, he had been forced to retire from his position, and worst of all, his eldest son, Viktor, had become practically a permanent inmate of the debtors' prison.
'H'm!... And that Viktor, who didn't come in this evening, is his stepson too? 'No... he's his real son. But, as you know, I don't enter into other people's affairs, and I don't like asking questions. I'm not inquisitive. I bit my tongue. Fustov still pushed on ahead. As we got near home, I overtook him and peeped into his face. 'Oh! I queried, 'is Susanna really so musical? Fustov frowned.
During the 4 weeks in Fr. she has found a real friend in Mother! To-day I turned the conversation to Viktor, and all she said at first was: Oh, I don't correspond with him any more. And when I asked: "Have you had a quarrel, and whose fault was it?" she said: "Oh, no, I just bade him farewell." "What do you mean, bade him farewell; but he's not really going to America, is he?"
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