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Updated: July 22, 2025
"Soloveitchik Sanine," said Von Deitz, introducing the two, and grasping the former's cold, trembling hand. Soloveitchik laughed nervously. "So pleased to meet you!" he said. "I have heard so much about you, and, you know " He stumbled backwards still holding Sanine's hand. In doing so he fell Against Yourii, and trod on Von Deitz's foot.
On reaching home, Sanine undressed and got into bed, where he tried to read "Thus spake Zarathustra" which he had found among Lida's books. But the first few pages were enough to irritate him. Such inflated imagery left him unmoved. He spat, flung the volume aside, and soon fell fast asleep.
Yourii affected not to hear it and strove to think of something else. But his mind reverted to this thought without ceasing; it tormented him even to bitter tears. When Lida Sanine received Lialia's invitation, she showed it to her brother. She thought that he would refuse; in fact, she hoped as much.
The trees had become darker, and a deep shadow passed swiftly across the meadow. "We shall have to run for it!" "Where? There's no escape, now," cried Sanine cheerfully. Overhead a leaden-hued cloud floated nearer and nearer. There was no wind; the stillness and gloom had increased. "We shall get soaked to the skin," said Ivanoff, "so do give me a cigarette, to console me."
But the new note is the influence of Max Stirner. Michael Artzibaschev calmly grafts the disparate ideas of Dostoïevsky and Max Stirner in his Sanine, and the result is a hero who is at once a superman and a scoundrel or are the two fairly synonymous? This clear-eyed, broad-shouldered Sanine passes through the little town where he was born, leaving behind him a trail of mishaps and misfortunes.
Yourii reddened, "A stale joke like that into the bargain!" he thought, as, shrugging his shoulders contemptuously, he walked away. "Novikoff, guileless Pharisee, come along with us!" cried Ivanoff. "What for?" "To have a drink." Novikoff glanced round him ruefully, but Lida was not to be seen. "Lida is at home, doing penance for her sins!" laughed Sanine.
"Yes, you," continued Sanine, affecting not to notice this, "You're the best fellow in the world, or, at any rate, you think you are. Come now, tell me, have you ever met a better?" "Yes, lots of them," replied Sarudine, with some hesitation. He had not the least idea what Sanine meant, nor if he ought to appear amused or annoyed. "Well, name them, please," said Sanine.
Sadness and joy produced within his heart a sense of happiness as gentle and elusive as the light in an evening sky. "Let us go to her," said Sanine. "Whatever happens, it will please her to see a human face amid so many false masks that hide grimacing brutes. You're a bit of a fool, my friend, but in your stupidity there is something which others haven't got.
"Yes! wasn't it sad? That music, too!" "I don't blame Sanine," said Yourii with emphasis. "He could not have acted otherwise. The horrible part of it all is that the paths of these two men crossed, so that one or the other was obliged to give way. It is also horrible that the victor does not realize that his triumph is an appalling one.
And I don't care what happens so long as I'm alive, alive!" "There, now, you see," said Sanine, releasing her. "All good things are just good, and one mustn't make them out to be anything else." Lida smiled absently, and slowly re-arranged her hair. Sanine handed her the parasol and glove.
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