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At least a capital crime." Trirodov was silent. He lifted himself on his elbow and looked straight into the man's eyes with such a fixed, strange expression in his unblinking, commanding, wilful eyes. The ragged one grew silent, as if he had been congealed for a moment. Then, as if frightened, he suddenly shook himself.
Trirodov said: "It's not quite large enough. I should like to acquire the rest of it for my colony." "I shouldn't like to let the rest go," remarked Rameyev. "It belongs to Piotr and Misha." "As far as it concerns me," put in Piotr, "I'd sell my share with the greatest pleasure before those 'comrade' fellows take it from me for nothing."
"And what do you call pornography?" asked Trirodov. "Don't you know?" said Doulebov with a sarcastic smile. "Yes, I know," said Trirodov. "In my conception every written lechery and disfigurement of beautiful truth to gratify the low instincts of the man-beast that is pornography. Your thrice-assured State school that is the true example of pornography."
So as not to be caught off his guard, he put his left hand into the pocket of his dusty and greasy trousers and felt there the hard body of a revolver, which he then transferred to his right-hand pocket. On the threshold of the house he was met by Trirodov. Trirodov's face expressed nothing except an apparent effort to suppress his feelings.
How gentle and elastic her skin was under his hands! Alkina pressed against him with a submissive, yielding movement. Trirodov carried her to the wide, soft couch. She lay in his arms timidly and quietly and looked straight into his eyes with a simple, innocent look.
He eyed him fixedly and recalled where he had met him, whereupon he frowned and asked the sisters: "Who is this?" "A very inquisitive person who somehow has got an idea that we have many interesting things to tell him about Trirodov," said Elisaveta with a smile. Ostrov raised his hat and said: "I've had the honour to see you on the float." "Well, what of it?" asked Piotr sharply.
Egorka walked up to it and read the inscription: "Boy Giorgiy Antipov." Then the year, month, and date of his death. He was faintly astonished, but an ominous indifference already made captive his soul. Some one touched his shoulder and asked something. Egorka was silent. He looked as if he did not understand. "Come to me," said Trirodov quietly to him.
Ostrov jumped up in great rage from his place, stamped violently with his feet, and shouted: "You are laughing at me! It is useless. You can't fool me with those stupid fairy-tales of yours. Tell those sweet little stories to the silly little girls of the provinces. I'm an old sparrow. You can't feed me on chaff." Trirodov remained unruffled. "You're fuming all for nothing.
He comprehended and considered the chaste world of the Prosianiya Meadows in the same way as the illiterate sergeant. Only this consideration expressed itself in a milder form. The Commissary of the police tried to be very amiable. He paid awkward compliments to Trirodov and his instructresses. But when he looked at the instructresses the Commissary smiled as detestably as the sergeant.
Elisaveta replied: "A white boy opened the gate for us. He ran off so quickly that we had not even the time to thank him." Nadezhda suddenly ceased smiling. "Oh yes he isn't one of us," she said falteringly. "They live over there with Trirodov. There are several of them. Wouldn't you like to have lunch with us?" she asked, cutting short her previous remarks.
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