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Updated: May 16, 2025
'Forgive me, Malevsky repeated once more; while I, my thoughts dwelling on Zinaida's gesture, said to myself again that no real queen could with greater dignity have shown a presumptuous subject to the door.
In my horror I had dropped my knife in the grass, but I did not even attempt to look for it; I was very much ashamed of myself. I was completely sobered at once. On my way to the house, however, I went up to my seat under the elder-tree, and looked up at Zinaida's window. The small slightly-convex panes of the window shone dimly blue in the faint light thrown on them by the night sky.
'What sort of fellow is her husband? I asked. 'A splendid fellow, with property. He's a colleague of mine in Moscow. Go and see her; she'll be delighted to see you. She's prettier than ever. Meidanov gave me Zinaida's address. She was staying at the Hotel Demut.
As the sun came nearer, the lightning grew gradually paler, and ceased; the quivering gleams were fewer and fewer, and vanished at last, drowned in the sobering positive light of the coming day.... And my lightning flashes vanished too. I felt great weariness and peace ... but Zinaida's image still floated triumphant over my soul.
Yes, I thought, this is love, this is passion, this is devotion ... and Lushin's words came back to me: to sacrifice oneself for some people is sweet. I chanced somehow to catch sight of something white in one of the windows of the lodge.... 'Can it be Zinaida's face? I thought ... yes, it really was her face. I could not restrain myself.
Zinaida received me very simply, without any emotion, she simply shook her finger at me and asked me, whether I wasn't black and blue? All my modest confidence and air of mystery vanished instantaneously and with them my embarrassment. Of course, I had not expected anything particular, but Zinaida's composure was like a bucket of cold water thrown over me.
'I've no help for it! There were days, but they are over. Here I am, an excellency, and a poor honour it is with nothing to eat! My father made her a respectful bow and escorted her to the door of the hall. I was standing there in my short jacket, staring at the floor, like a man under sentence of death. Zinaida's treatment of me had crushed me utterly.
It was all bright and green about her; the wind was whispering in the leaves of the trees, and swinging now and then a long branch of a raspberry bush over Zinaida's head. There was a sound of the cooing of doves, and the bees hummed, flying low over the scanty grass, Overhead the sun was radiantly blue while I was so sorrowful....
I was so proud and light-hearted all that day, I so vividly retained on my face the feeling of Zinaida's kisses, with such a shudder of delight I recalled every word she had uttered, I so hugged my unexpected happiness that I felt positively afraid, positively unwilling to see her, who had given rise to these new sensations.
He screamed and drawled his four-foot iambic lines, the alternating rhythms jingled like little bells, noisy and meaningless, while I still watched Zinaida and tried to take in the import of her last words. 'Perchance some unknown rival Has surprised and mastered thee? Meidanov bawled suddenly through his nose and my eyes and Zinaida's met. She looked down and faintly blushed.
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