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Sofron Yakovlitch has taken a dislike to me; for some reason he dislikes me God be his judge! 'Have pity, gracious lord, defend us! 'And it's not us only, the young peasant began.... Arkady Pavlitch flew into a rage at once. 'And who asked your opinion, hey? Till you're spoken to, hold your tongue.... What's the meaning of it?
'I never thought of sending you away from here. 'Do you mean to say, Shubin continued passionately, 'that I am not worthy of other society, that I am her equal; that I am as vain, and silly and petty as that mawkish German girl? Is that it? Elena frowned. 'You did not always speak like that of her, Pavel Yakovlitch, she remarked. 'Ah! reproaches! reproaches now! cried Shubin.
What luckless, God-forsaken wretches we artists are after that! You, for instance, I am ready to adore, and you don't believe in my repentance. 'No, Pavel Yakovlitch, I believe in your repentance and I believe in your tears. But it seems to me that even your repentance amuses you yes and your tears too. Shubin shuddered.
'Mind and write to us, he said in a broken voice. Elena put out her head, saying: 'Good-bye, papa, Andrei Petrovitch, Pavel Yakovlitch, good-bye all, good-bye, Russia! and dropped back in her place. The driver flourished his whip, and gave a whistle; the sledge, its runners crunching on the snow, turned out of the gates to the right and disappeared. It was a bright April day.
And to know that one will never penetrate into that soul, never will know why it grieves and why it rejoices, what is working within it, what it desires whither it is going... Tell me, he said after a short silence, 'could you never under any circumstances love an artist? Elena looked straight into his eyes. 'I don't think so, Pavel Yakovlitch; no.
She had a very tender and loving heart; life had soon crushed her. Pavel Yakovlitch Shubin happened to be a distant cousin of hers. His father had been a government official in Moscow. His brothers had entered cadets' corps; he was the youngest, his mother's darling, and of delicate constitution; he stopped at home.
For all that, it was impossible not to recognise that he was a man of good education; the whole of his clumsy person bore the stamp of good-breeding; and his face, plain and even a little ridiculous as it was, showed a kindly nature and a thoughtful habit. His name was Andrei Petrovitch Bersenyev; his companion, the fair-haired young man, was called Pavel Yakovlitch Shubin.
I have a little thing, a dressing-case, I bought it the other day at Rosenstrauch's; but I don't know really if it will do. 'I suppose you bought it for her, the lady at Revel? 'Why, certainly. I had some idea. 'Well, in that case, it will be sure to do. Shubin got up from his seat. 'Are we going out this evening, Pavel Yakovlitch, eh? Nikolai Artemyevitch asked with an amicable leer.
"The time is drawing near," she interjected, as if speaking to herself. "I did not tell them who you were. Yakovlitch would have wanted to embrace you." "Is that he with the wisp of hair hanging from his chin, in the long coat?" "You've guessed aright. That's Yakovlitch." "And they could not find their way here from the station without you coming on purpose from Zurich to show it to them?
Dare I think that is the meaning of your words? Tell me, can it be so? Or no, do not utter that word; I shall die of regret on the spot' 'Oh, do leave off, Pavel Yakovlitch, replied the young girl with some annoyance. 'Why will you never talk to me seriously? I shall be angry, she added with a little coquettish grimace, and she pouted.
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