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"I can't," said Trirodov coldly. "I can't leave town on this money," said Ostrov in a threatening voice. Trirodov frowned, and looked sternly at Ostrov. New thoughts began to take shape in his mind, and he said: "You won't find it to your advantage to remain, and everything you do here will be known to me." "Very well, I'll go away," said Ostrov with a stupid smile.
Trirodov suddenly appeared to recall something as, with a tinge of derision in his smile, he asked: "I beg your pardon, Denis Alekseyevitch, I thought you were coming to-morrow, as was arranged. I haven't the money ready for you." Ostrov was annoyed. His broad face grew dark. He exclaimed, his eyes red with anger: "You asked me to come in a week, and I've come in a week.
Elena looked at her and cried out in horror: "You have become quite old grey-haired! How awful!" She ran from the mirror, crying out in her fright: "What is it? What is it?" Elisaveta followed her. She did not understand what had happened; she was agitated, and tried to hide her confusion. Trirodov looked at them in a self-possessed manner. He opened a cupboard, inset in the wall.
"Very well, then, we'll establish Utopia," said Trirodov, unruffled. "But as a beginning you hope to destroy what exists?" asked Piotr. "Why?" exclaimed Trirodov, astonished. Strangely agitated, Piotr said: "The comrades' proposed division of land, if carried into force, would lead to a crushing of culture and science." "I don't understand this alarm for science and culture," replied Trirodov.
About a year had now passed since the retired privat-docent Giorgiy Sergeyevitch Trirodov, a doctor of chemistry, had settled in the town of Skorodozh. From the very first he had caused much talk in the town, mostly unsympathetic. It was quite natural that the two rose-yellow, black-haired girls in the water should also talk of him.
It is he who has just come out of the wood do you see? It is his feet that show white in the grass. Fling the door wide open and run as you are to meet him." Elisaveta saw Trirodov coming. Her heart began to beat with such pain and such delight. She walked away from the window. She waited. She heard his footsteps on the sand under the window.
Elisaveta and Alkina managed to escape the first ring together. But they could hear all around them the cries of the Cossacks. They paused and pressed close to an old oak, not knowing which way to turn. They were joined by Trirodov. "Follow me," he said to them; "I think I can find a less dangerous place." "What has become of our invited speaker?" asked Alkina.
It is far better for me to be alone with my innocent, quiet children, with my secrets and dreams." "Why better?" asked Piotr. "I sometimes feel that people interfere with me," said Trirodov. "They weary me in themselves and no less with their petty, commonplace affairs. And what are they to me? There is only one thing of which I can be sure that is myself. It is a great task to be with people.
Trirodov said all this in a dry, cold voice. The news that Elisaveta would become Trirodov's wife acted differently on her relatives. Rameyev liked Trirodov, and was glad because of the closer connexion; he was a little sorry for Piotr, but thought it was well that the matter had come to a decision, and Piotr would no longer torment himself by entertaining false hopes.
She got excited so often and so intensely that she constantly had to be appeased by the elders, who regarded her youthful impetuosity with benevolent amusement. Rameyev was there with both his daughters, the Matov brothers, and Miss Harrison. Trirodov was there also. There was almost a spirit of gaiety. They talked on various subjects on politics, on literature, on local matters, etc.
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