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oom and handed him a small triangular note, sealed with a thick heraldic crest. 'I hope,' he found in the note, 'that you as a man

s; there are, in fine, family secrets which must be respected, and family tranquillity is something so sacred that o

the reddening-sky, at the two mighty young pines standing apart from the other trees, thought 'by day pines are bluish, but how magnificently green they are in the evening,' and went out into the garde

my direction, I

sorily, and walked on further into the de

? it's not the first time I've contradicted myself. I have just recollected that I have never begged your

m at once-not because she was angry,

'I am not in the least a

self as befits a gentleman but afterwards took to drink. So one day early in the morning, my friend meets him in the street (and by that time, note, the acquaintance has been completely dropped) meets him and sees he is drunk. My friend

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e you had a thousand ideas in your head of which you would not

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ot clear to mys

me one else,' put in Shubin. 'But I will tell you

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right-but even of any genuine deep feeling; you think that I am not capable even of weeping sincerely, that I'm a gossip and a slanderer,-and all because I'

nd I believe in your tears. But it seems to me that e

n shu

I possibly be absorbed in my own egoism when there is a soul like this living at my side? And to know that one will never penetrate into that soul, never will know why it grieves an

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intrude on your solitary walk. A professor would ask you on what data you founded your answer no. I'm not a professor tho

topping him, but after a mo

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Stahov's house he was met by Bersenyev. He was walking with h

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s not suit your sober features. Well, now, I suppose you want to remind me of Annushka. What of it? I don't deny it. Annushkas are on my poor level. And long life to all Annushkas and Zoyas and even Augustina Christianovnas! You go to Elena now, and I will make my way to-Annushka, you fancy? No, my dear fellow, worse than that; to Prince Tchikurasov. He is a Maecenas of a Kazan-Tartar stock, after the style of Volgin. Do you see this note of invitation, these letters, R.S.V.P.? Even in the country there's no peace for me. Addio!' Bersenyev listened to Shubin's tirade in silence, looking as though he were just a little ashamed of him.