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'Nothing but passion could to some extent excuse you, he began at last. 'Are you in love then with the younger Zlotnitsky? 'Yes. Pasinkov was silent again for a little. 'I thought so. And you went to her to-day and began reproaching her?... 'Yes, yes, yes!... I articulated desperately. 'Now you can despise me.... Pasinkov walked a couple of times up and down the room.
Sophia was just getting up, but Varvara asked her to go on, went up to Pasinkov, and holding out her hand, with an awkward smile, said, 'Will you like a turn? Pasinkov was surprised, but he jumped up he was always distinguished by the most delicate courtesy and took Varvara by the waist, but he slipped down at the first step, and leaving hold of his partner at once, rolled right under the pedestal on which the parrot's cage was standing.... The cage fell, the parrot was frightened and shrieked, 'Present arms! Every one laughed.... Zlotnitsky appeared at his study door, looked grimly at us, and slammed the door to.
Old Zlotnitsky took no part in our games, and even looked at us rather disapprovingly from the door of his study. Only once, utterly unexpectedly, he came in to us, and proposed that whoever had next to pay a forfeit should waltz with him; we, of course, agreed. It happened to be Tatiana Vassilievna who had to pay the forfeit.
A sudden change in my fortunes carried me off to the other end of Russia, and I bade a long farewell to Petersburg, to the Zlotnitsky family, and, what was most grievous of all for me, to dear Yakov Pasinkov. Seven years had passed by. I don't think it necessary to relate all that happened to me during that period.
But I am afraid for her; she's only sixteen now, and there's no turning her.... Mr. Zlotnitsky came in, and his wife was instantly silent. What had captivated me in Sophia was not her strength of will no; but with all her dryness, her lack of vivacity and imagination, she had a special charm of her own, the charm of straightforwardness, genuine sincerity, and purity of heart.
Meeting two peasant girls in the wood, she sat down suddenly on the ground, called them to her, did not patronise them, but made them sit down beside her. Sophia looked at them from some distance with a cold smile, and did not go up to them. She was walking with Asanov. Zlotnitsky observed that Varvara was a regular hen for sitting. Varvara got up and walked away.
'What's this? is it true? ... he asked me. 'You read another man's letter? I had not the strength to answer, but I nodded in assent. Pasinkov went to the window, and standing with his back to me, said slowly: 'You read a letter from a girl to Asanov. Who was the girl? 'Sophia Zlotnitsky, I answered, as a prisoner on his trial answers the judge. For a long while Pasinkov did not utter a word.
But, it's queer, he added, after a brief pause, 'it's queer you should have chanced just on that.... Queer. I began to read another poem, but Pasinkov was not listening to me; he looked away, and twice he repeated again: 'Queer! I let the book drop on my knees. "There is a girl, their neighbour," he whispered, and turning to me he asked 'I say, do you remember Sophia Zlotnitsky?
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