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"Don't," Nina said, as though in pain. Zoya impulsively put her arms about her and quickly changed the subject. "I want to tell you," she said, "I like your friend the engineer is that what he is? He is very clever, is he not? I am told he is going to relieve the sufferings of the poor Sicilian miners is he?" "Suffering?" Nina repeated, wondering. "I don't know.
"I shall see you to-morrow, cara, yes? Will you lunch with me? And I shall like very much if you bring the American." "Do you mean John?" Zoya burst out laughing and then mimicked Nina's tone. "Is it indeed possible that I could mean him?" She leaned over and kissed Nina affectionately, then hurried to the door.
Zoya inhaled her cigarette deeply and then shrugged her shoulders. "When I saw Giovanni, I did not believe it possible, that, even on so short notice, he would go off as you said, ill and alone. So I went back along the station and waited. In a moment, I saw Favorita come out on the platform and pass hurriedly down the train, peering into every carriage.
A young girl in a large straw hat, with a pink parasol on her shoulder, came into sight at that instant, in the little path along which the friends were walking. 'But what do I see? Even here, there is beauty coming to meet us! A humble artist's compliments to the enchanting Zoya! Shubin cried at once, with a theatrical flourish of his hat.
'I saw his legs, she said, 'kicking in the air. 'Yes, yes, gasped Uvar Ivanovitch, 'his legs, his legs and then splash! there he plopped in! 'And how did Mr. Insarov manage it? why the German was three times his size? said Zoya. 'I'll tell you, answered Uvar Ivanovitch, rubbing his eyes, 'I saw; with one arm about his waist, he tripped him up, and he went plop!
'You are right, you are always right, Elena Nikolaevna, he muttered; 'but I meant nothing, on my honour. We have been walking together with him the whole day, and he's a capital fellow, I assure you. 'I didn't ask your opinion about that, commented Elena, getting up. 'Is Mr. Insarov a young man? asked Zoya. 'He is a hundred and forty-four, replied Shubin with an air of vexation.
Any way you will let me know when he comes back, said Elena, and she tried to change the subject, but the conversation made little progress. Zoya made her appearance and began walking about the room on tip-toe, giving them thereby to understand that Anna Vassilyevna was not yet awake. Bersenyev went away. In the evening of the same day a note from him was brought to Elena.
"Who is that over there?" she asked of the duke. "I mean the slender girl in black." "The Contessa Olisco. She was a Russian princess. Her name was Zoya Kromitskoff. I thought the name of Zoya pretty once that is, until I heard the name of N-i-n-a!"
Nina looked at her in amazement. "You have put it all together, you wonderful Zoya! Compared to you, I never seem to see anything! Oh, but this whole day has been full of horrible surprises. I never dreamed what sort of man Giovanni is and yet I can't help feeling sorry to think of his being sent off ill and alone!" "How very pathetic!" exclaimed Zoya sarcastically.
The boatmen looked at one another and grinned in silence. 'Eh? said Shubin, turning to them, 'the gentlefolks can't sing, you say? The boy in the print shirt only shook his head. 'Wait a little snubnose, retorted Shubin, 'we will show you. Zoya Nikitishna, sing us Le lac of Niedermeyer.
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