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They were attracted by his natural sense of justice, his kindness, and his pure-mindedness, but Nejdanov was not born under a lucky star, and did not find life an easy matter. He was fully conscious of this fact and felt utterly lonely in spite of the untiring devotion of his friends. He stood meditating at the window.
He then told Nejdanov that he could change and rest awhile, and that dinner would be served at five o'clock. Nejdanov bowed and followed Ivan to the "green" room, which was situated on the second floor. The whole company went into the drawing room. The host was welcomed all over again. An old blind nurse appeared and made him a courtesy.
Think what you like of me." She turned away and walked quickly down the corridor. Nejdanov entered his own room and sat down by the window musing. "What a strange girl why this wild issue, this uninvited explanation? Is it a desire to be original, or simply affectation or pride? Pride, no doubt. She can't endure the idea... the faintest suspicion, that anyone should have a wrong opinion of her.
He dropped into a chair with the same fixed look, humming softly to himself and every now and again shaking back his wavy hair, began writing line after line, sometimes scratching out and rewriting. The door leading into the passage opened slightly and Mashurina's head appeared. Nejdanov did not notice her and went on writing.
It all seemed poor and decaying, not exactly as if it had been allowed to run wild, but as though it had never flourished, like a young tree that had not taken root well. When Nejdanov went downstairs, Mashurina was sitting in the dining room at the samovar, evidently waiting for him.
"And so would Tatiana," Mariana observed. "Why are people so devoted to him?" Nejdanov did not reply. "What sort of books did Pavel bring you?" Mariana asked. "Oh, nothing new. 'The Story of the Four Brothers, and then the ordinary, well-known ones, which are far better I think." Mariana looked around uneasily. "I wonder what has become of Tatiana? She promised to come early." "Here I am!"
The merchant Golushkin, with whom it was necessary to acquaint Nejdanov, was the son of a wealthy merchant in drugs, an Old Believer, of the Thedosian sect. He had not increased the fortune left to him by his father, being, as the saying goes, a joneur, an Epicurean in the Russian fashion, with absolutely no business abilities.
She wanted him to go on talking about Nejdanov, but could not bring herself to ask him. He understood her, however. "I was told that he mentioned you in the letter he left. Was it true? "Yes," Mashurina replied after a pause. "What a splendid chap he was! He didn't fall into the right rut somehow. He was about as fitted to be a revolutionist as I am! Do you know what he really was?
Tatiana bathed Nejdanov's head with cold water and vinegar and laid a cold sponge on the small, dark wound, now free from blood. Suddenly the rattling in Nejdanov's throat ceased and he stirred a little. "He is coming to himself," Solomin whispered. Mariana dropped down on her knees before him. Nejdanov glanced at her.. up until then his eyes had borne that fixed, far-away look of the dying.
His unexpected outburst at first came as a surprise to the intelligent lady, but the next moment a light suddenly dawned upon her, so that she involuntarily murmured, "Ah!" She suddenly divined that Nejdanov was slipping away from her, this same Nejdanov who, a short time ago, was ready to come to her arms. "Something has happened.... Is it Mariana?
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