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Ivanoff was a schoolmaster, a long-haired, broad-shouldered, ungainly man. They had been walking on the boulevard, and hearing of Yourii's arrival had come to salute him. With their coming things grew more cheerful. There was laughter and joking, and at supper much was drunk. Ivanoff distinguished himself in this respect.
"In fact it is beautiful to be alive," she added. A thought, vague and disquieting, crossed Yourii's mind, but it vanished without taking any clear shape. Some one loudly whistled twice on the other side of the meadow, and then came silence, as before. "Do you like Schafroff?" asked Sina suddenly, being inwardly amused at so apparently inept a question.
She was musing on all that had just happened, and her experiences, if they had caused delight, had yet provoked shame. "Good heavens!" thought she, "am I really so depraved?" Then for the hundredth time she blissfully recalled the rapture that was hers as she first lay in Yourii's arms. "My darling! My darling!" she murmured, and again Sanine watched her eyelids tremble, and her smiling lips.
"The Psalms and the Apocrypha," was the Polytechnic student's mocking interruption. Goschienko laughed maliciously, oblivious of the fact himself had never read one of these works. "Of what good would that be?" asked Schafroff in a tone of disappointment. "It's like they do in church!" tittered Pistzoff. Yourii's face flushed. "I am not joking. If you wish to be logical, then ..."
"I have not got a gun," said Yourii. "Have one of mine. I have got five," replied Riasantzeff. To him, Yourii was the brother of Lialia, and he was anxious to be as kind to him as possible. He therefore insisted upon Yourii's acceptance of one of his guns, eagerly displaying them all, taking them to pieces, and explaining their make.
Yourii longed to embrace her, yet again his courage failed him, and he pretended to stifle a yawn. "He's only in fun!" thought Sina, growing suddenly cool. She felt hurt at such hesitation on Yourii's part. To keep back her tears, she clenched her teeth, and in an altered tone exclaimed "Nonsense!" as she quickly got up. "I am speaking quite seriously," began Yourii, with unnatural earnestness.
As Yourii shut the door he heard Sanine saying to Ilitsch, "Of course you're not like children; they can't distinguish good from bad; they are simple and natural; and that is why they " Then the door was closed, and all was still. High in the heavens shone the moon, and the cool night-air touched Yourii's brow.
And Riasantzeff would have liked to answer: "Yes, I love your sister deeply; who could do anything else but love her? Look how pure and sweet, and charming she is; how fond she is of me; and what a pretty dimple she's got!" But instead of all this, Yourii said nothing, and Riasantzeff asked: "Have you been expelled for long?" "For five years," was Yourii's answer.
Yourii, who had already donned cartridge-belt and game bag, and carried his gun, came out, looking somewhat overweighted and ill at ease. "I'm ready, I'm ready," he said. Riasantzeff, who was lightly and comfortably clad, seemed somewhat astonished at Yourii's accoutrements. "You'll find those things too heavy," he said, smiling. "Take them all off and put them here.
Yourii tripped over a pumpkin and nearly fell. "Look out!" said Sanine. "Good-bye!" "Good-bye!" replied Yourii, looking round at the other's tall, dark form, leaning against which he fancied that he saw another, the graceful figure of a woman. Yourii's heart beat faster. He suddenly thought of Sina Karsavina, and envied Sanine.
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