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'Yes, a fine idea, repeated Zinaida. 'Is life such a festive affair? Just look about you.... Is it nice, eh? Or do you imagine I don't understand it, and don't feel it? It gives me pleasure drinking iced water; and can you seriously assure me that such a life is worth too much to be risked for an instant's pleasure happiness I won't even talk about.
In fact, I tell you again, he added, raising his voice, 'the atmosphere here is not fit for you. You like being here, but what of that! it's nice and sweet-smelling in a greenhouse but there's no living in it. Yes! do as I tell you, and go back to your Keidanov. The old princess came in, and began complaining to the doctor of her toothache. Then Zinaida appeared.
'And how could she fail to understand and see it all? All at once there was a sound in the next room the clink of a sabre. 'Zina! screamed the princess in the drawing-room, 'Byelovzorov has brought you a kitten. 'A kitten! cried Zinaida, and getting up from her chair impetuously, she flung the ball of worsted on my knees and ran away.
She rarely came to see us, and I was not sorry for it; in our house she was transformed into a young lady, a young princess, and I was a little overawed by her. I was afraid of betraying myself before my mother; she had taken a great dislike to Zinaida, and kept a hostile eye upon us. My father I was not so much afraid of; he seemed not to notice me.
"Zinotchka soon afterwards became my brother's wife. She is the Zinaida Nikolaevna whom you know. The next time I met her I was already an ensign.
'Over forty, repeated Zinaida, giving him a rapid glance.... I soon went home. 'She is in love, my lips unconsciously repeated.... 'But with whom? The days passed by. Zinaida became stranger and stranger, and more and more incomprehensible. One day I went over to her, and saw her sitting in a basket-chair, her head pressed to the sharp edge of the table.
It was evident that he had not slept all night; he had probably been playing cards and drinking freely. Zinaida Fyodorovna put him to bed, and we all walked about on tiptoe all that day. The dinner went off quite satisfactorily, but when they went into the study and had coffee the explanation began.
The door of the next room was just opened, and in the crack I saw the face of Zinaida, pale and pensive, her hair flung carelessly back; she stared at me with big chilly eyes, and softly closed the door. 'Zina, Zina! called the old lady. Zinaida made no response. I took home the old lady's petition and spent the whole evening over it. My 'passion' dated from that day.
'I should kill myself.... Zinaida laughed. 'I see yours is not a long story. The next forfeit was Zinaida's. She looked at the ceiling and considered. 'Well, listen, she began at last, 'what I have thought of.... Picture to yourselves a magnificent palace, a summer night, and a marvellous ball. This ball is given by a young queen.
She looked helplessly at the soup and at the little pies, waiting for the trembling to pass off, and suddenly she could not resist looking at Polya. "You can go, Polya," she said. "Stepan is enough by himself." "I'll stay; I don't mind," answered Polya. "There's no need for you to stay. You go away altogether," Zinaida Fyodorovna went on, getting up in great agitation.
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