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"I haven't yet had time to become a friend of Trirodov's," Piotr answered sharply, "and I don't intend to. As for his friends, nearly every one has his more or less strange acquaintance." And he quickly left with Misha. Ostrov glanced after him with a smile and said: "A grave young man." "Mr. Trirodov has bought some land belonging to him and his brother," explained Kerbakh.
Yesterday's temptation seemed like the feeling when one awakes from deep sleep, and, without feeling sleepy, wants to lie comfortably in bed a little longer, yet knows that it is time to rise and commence the glad and important work that awaits one. On that, his last day in Petersburg, he went in the morning to the Vasilievski Ostrov to see Shoustova.
"Not at all," said Poltinin with a knowing look. "Two million is putting it mildly it's more likely worth three." "And how are you going to dispose of it?" asked Ostrov. "I know how," said Poltinin confidently. "Of course you'd get a trifle compared with its real value still we ought to get a half-million out of it." This was followed by blasphemous jests.
"Now that's a businesslike question," answered Ostrov, with a hoarse laugh, "very much a business question, not so much a gracious as a businesslike question. What do I want? In the first place, I am delighted to see you. There is a certain bond between us our childhood and all the rest of it." "I'm very glad," said Trirodov dryly. "I doubt it," responded Ostrov impudently.
Trirodov's is of comparatively recent origin. I'm quite sure of that. Of recent origin, I assure you," repeated Ostrov, giving a sly wink. "And not of the cleanest?" asked Kerbakh. He winked at Zherbenev. The latter made a grimace and chuckled. Ostrov looked cautiously at Kerbakh. "Why do you assume so?" he asked. "No-o, I shouldn't say that. Quite clean.
When Trirodov happened to be in the Headmaster's office the conversation usually turned on documents concerning the instructresses and various petty formalities. The calumnies of Ostrov and of his friends in the Black Hundred disturbed Doulebov. To avoid unpleasantness Doulebov decided to take advantage of the first opportunity to close Trirodov's school.
He experienced the feeling of having passed into another's power. He felt oppressed. A stern smile marked Trirodov's face. He said quietly: "You are of such little value that I could kill you without scruple like a snake. But I am tired even of other people's murders." "My value?" Ostrov muttered hoarsely and absurdly. "What is your value?" went on Trirodov.
"Why shouldn't I have turned to these young ladies with a polite question and an interesting tale?" asked Ostrov. Piotr, without replying, turned to the sisters: "You little girls are ready to enter into conversation with every vagrant." An expression of bitterness crept into Ostrov's face. Possibly this was only a game, but it was certainly well played. It made Piotr feel uncomfortable.
As soon as I had read the letter I came out.... I was going to Vassilyevsky Ostrov, to Razumihin. That's what it was... now I remember. What for, though? And what put the idea of going to Razumihin into my head just now? That's curious." He wondered at himself. Razumihin was one of his old comrades at the university.
In our rear on the line of communication were the villages of Leunova, Ostrov and Kuzomen, which were scowlingly pro-Bolshevik. One of the commanders, Kulikoff, the bandit, hailed from Kuzomen. He was in constant touch with this area. When the winter trails were frozen more solidly he would try to lead a column through the forest to cut the line.
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