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Peter's day, he from Moscow, I from my own village, to his little house. My friend lingered in Moscow, and was two days late; I did not care to start shooting without him. I was received by an old servant, Narkiz Semyonov, who had had notice of my coming.
Nina can tell them all." "Tell them what?" "Oh, you'll hear with the rest. Uncle Alexei has done this. He told Nina because he hates me. He won't rest until he ruins us all. But I don't care. He can't take from me what I've got. He can't take from me what I've got.... But we must get her back, Ivan Andreievitch. She must come back " Nicholas came in and then Semyonov and then Bohun.
Do, please, go to your office." "Semyonov." "Your Excellency?" "If the package comes, please have it sent back to the office and say I've gone there. And listen! Some one must always be here. I won't have everybody out of the house at the same time. Do you hear?" "Yes, your Excellency." The captain put on his cap to go. In the doorway he turned and addressed his wife.
There it was, with the broad voluptuous drapery of lace hanging from the shoulders and the edging of down. Almost exactly the same thing as Mrs. Shaldin's. He glanced up and saw Semyonov outside the window. He had certainly come to fetch him to the captain's wife, who must have ordered him to watch the tailor's movements, and must have learned that he had just been at Mrs. Shaldin's.
And also be very careful not to let on for whom you are finding it out. Do you understand? "Of course, I understand." "Well, then, go. But one more thing. Since you're going out, you may as well stop at Abramka's again and tell him to come here right away. You understand?" "But his Excellency gave me orders to stay at home," said Semyonov, scratching himself behind his ears.
Over the whole town Semyonov and I moved together, and the ice and snow silenced our steps, and no one in the whole place spoke a word, so that we had to lower our voices and whispered.... Suddenly I was better. I quite recovered from my fever and only lay still on my bed, weak, and very hungry. I was happy, happy as I had not been since I came to Petrograd.
"Look here, Durward," he said. "I'm desperate, old man." "I know," I said. He puffed furiously at his pipe. "You know, if I'm not careful I shall go a bit queer in the head. Get so angry, you know," he added simply. "Angry with whom?" I asked. "With myself mostly for bein' such a bloody fool. But not only myself with Civilisation, Durward, old cock! and also with that swine Semyonov."
That was why I had cared for Trenchard, why now I was attracted by Semyonov, because, shadow of a man as I was, not man enough to be jealous, I could see with her eyes, stand beside her and share her emotion.... But God! how that day I despised myself! "You're tired!" she said, looking at me. "Is your leg hurting you?" "Not much," I answered. "Sit down here beside me."
I was bewildered and dazzled by the noise and the light. I turned desperately, pushing with my hands as one does in a dream. Then I saw Markovitch and Semyonov. I had no doubt at all that the moment had at last arrived. It was as though I had seen it all somewhere before. Semyonov was standing a little apart leaning against a tree, watching with his sarcastic smile the movements of the crowd.
We welcomed, with joy, her youth, her enthusiasm, her happiness. Semyonov, who never disguised nor restrained his feelings, was, from the first instant, strangely attracted to her. She, I could see, liked him very much, felt in him his strength and capacity and scorn of others. Molozov also yielded her his instant admiration.
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