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Updated: September 2, 2025
"In August we shall have the money to do up the lodge in the garden," said Vlassitch. "For some reason when it thunders I think of that grandfather," Zina went on. "And in this dining-room somebody was flogged to death." "That's an actual fact," said Vlassitch, and he looked with wide-open eyes at Pyotr Mihalitch. "Sometime in the forties this place was let to a Frenchman called Olivier.
But the red of his shirt melted into the dark colour of his trousers, his step could not be seen, and the dog could not be distinguished from the boots. Nothing could be seen but the cap, and... suddenly Yegor turned off sharply into the clearing and the cap vanished in the greenness. "Good-bye, Yegor Vlassitch," whispered Pelagea, and she stood on tiptoe to see the white cap once more.
But it was intolerable for Pyotr Mihalitch to listen to him; he was tormented by the thought that he would see his sister directly. "Yes, you've had bad luck," he said gently; "but, excuse me, we've been wandering from the point. That's not what we are talking about." "Yes, yes, quite so. Well, let us come back to the point," said Vlassitch, and he stood up.
"Thank you, Petrusha," Vlassitch began, clearing his throat. "I am very grateful to you for coming. It's generous and noble of you. I understand it, and, believe me, I appreciate it. Believe me." He looked out of the window and went on, standing in the middle of the room: "Everything happened so secretly, as though we were concealing it all from you.
"We'll wait for five years, ten years, and be patient, and then God's will be done." She took her brother's arm, and when she walked through the dark hall she squeezed close to him. They went out on the steps. Pyotr Mihalitch said good-bye, got on his horse, and set off at a walk; Zina and Vlassitch walked a little way with him.
Either he must act at once or fall on the ground, and scream and bang his head upon the floor. He pictured Vlassitch and Zina, both of them progressive and self-satisfied, kissing each other somewhere under a maple tree, and all the anger and bitterness that had been accumulating in him for the last seven days fastened upon Vlassitch.
Pyotr Mihalitch and Vlassitch had been walking near this very spot only a fortnight before, humming a students' song: "'Youth is wasted, life is nought, when the heart is cold and loveless." A wretched song! It was thundering as Pyotr Mihalitch rode through the copse, and the trees were bending and rustling in the wind. He had to make haste.
This room, too, was large and comfortless; in the middle of the room there was a round table with two leaves with six thick legs, and only one candle. A clock in a large mahogany case like an ikon stand pointed to half-past two. Vlassitch opened the door into the next room and said: "Zina, here is Petrusha come to see us!"
And Vlassitch's fanatical belief in the extraordinary loftiness and faultlessness of his own way of thinking struck him as naïve and even morbid; and the fact that Vlassitch all his life had contrived to mix the trivial with the exalted, that he had made a stupid marriage and looked upon it as an act of heroism, and then had affairs with other women and regarded that as a triumph of some idea or other was simply incomprehensible.
"Oh, it is you, Pelagea!" said the huntsman, stopping and deliberately uncocking the gun. "H'm!... How have you come here?" "The women from our village are working here, so I have come with them.... As a labourer, Yegor Vlassitch." "Oh..." growled Yegor Vlassitch, and slowly walked on. Pelagea followed him. They walked in silence for twenty paces.
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