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Lost in painful reflections, Trirodov did not hear the noise of the departing carriage; the unexpected call of the dark-faced, fascinating visitor, with his flaming speech and his fiery eyes, stirred his memory like a midday dream, like an abrupt hallucination. "Who is his fiancee, and why is she here?" Trirodov asked himself. A strange, impossible idea came into his head.
Trirodov smiled and said: "The time of awakening is drawing nearer. Old age comes with its depression; and the empty, meaningless life wanders on towards unknown borders. You ask yourself, and it seems hopeless to find a worthy answer: 'Why do I live in this strange and chance form? Why have I chosen my present lot? Why have I done this?" "Well, who is at fault here?" asked Elisaveta.
"What will happen?" asked his father. "I have a feeling," said Kirsha with a pleading voice, "that you must let them in to us these inquisitive girls." Trirodov looked very attentively at his son and smiled. Kirsha said gravely: "The elder one is very charming. In some way she is like mother. But the other is also nice." "What brings them here?" again asked Trirodov.
Trirodov am I right?" "My dear sir, you...." began Kerbakh. The new-comer immediately jumped to his feet and began to apologize profusely. "May I impose upon your good nature to forgive my impertinent curiosity. I am Ostrov, the actor tragedian. You may have heard of me?" "For the first time," said Kerbakh surlily. "I've never heard the name," said Zherbenev.
He stared with his dead eyes, but quickly lowered them; as he was unable to withstand the look of the living, he fell with his forehead to the ground just beyond the line and begged for mercy. "Go!" said Trirodov. The muzhik rose to his feet and scampered away. But he soon paused, and again burst out into abuse; then ran farther. Two lean, poorly dressed boys, with green faces, walked by.
She had married and had parted from her husband. She had a son, who lived with her. She was an S.D. and worked in the organization, but all this was merely incidental in her life. She met Trirodov in party work. Her comrades understood as by some intuition that in order to carry on negotiations with Trirodov, who did not permit himself any intimacy with them, it was necessary to choose this woman.
Ostrov made his visit late on Tuesday evening. He was received at once, and led into a chamber on the ground floor. Trirodov came in almost immediately. Not a little astonished, he asked unwillingly: "Well, what can I do for you, Denis Alekseyevitch?" "I've come for the money," said Ostrov gruffly. "To receive the promised relief at your bountiful hands."
Trirodov surveyed her with admiration and said quietly: "Katya, you are as handsome as always." Alkina was mistrustful. "It's true, isn't it, that clothes have too long cramped my body and injured the skin. How can my body be handsome?" "You are graceful and flexible," answered Trirodov. "The lines of your body are somewhat elongated but wholly elastic.
Trirodov is doing behind his walls." "Nonsense!" said Elisaveta in vexation. "In any case, I'm only joking," said Ostrov, suddenly changing his tone. He was listening intently. Some one was coming towards them. The sisters recognized Piotr and walked quickly to meet him. From their haste and flustered manner Piotr understood that the man was distasteful to them.
To the perplexities of the past, not yet thrown off his shoulders, and to those of the present begun with a strange, as yet unmeasured influence, were to be added the perplexities of the future, of a new and unexpected bond. And was not love in itself a means for realizing one's dreams? Trirodov made effort to crush this new love in himself, and to forget Elisaveta.
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