Yama (The Pit)

half-round arches, narrowing toward the end, led away from it into the depths of the garden. Further on was a broad, small square, strewn with yellow sand; to the left an open stage, a theat

m, beat clouds of night moths, whose shadows-confused and large-hovered below, on the ground. Hungry women, too lightly, dressily, and fancifully attired, preserving

, pomaded apes, with their hair licked down. The director of the orchestra, bending forward and affectedly swaying, was playing upon a violin and making unseemly sweet eyes at the public-the eyes of a man-prostitute. And everything together-this abundance of tiresome electric lights, the exaggeratedly bright toilettes of the ladies,

ce Rovinskaya, a large, handsome woman, with long, green, Egyptian eyes, and a long, red, sensuous mouth, the lips of which were rapaciously drooping at the corners; the baroness Tefting, little, exquisite, pale-she was everywhere seen with t

the cold, and the light in a tenuous gold played in the shallow goblets of wine. Outside, near the doors, a waiter was on duty, leaning against the wall; while the stout, tall, important maitre

es. Rovinskaya negligently, yet at the same time intently as well, was looking down upon the stand and the spectators, and her face expressed fatigue, ennui, and perhaps also that satiation with all spectacles, which are such matters of course to celebriti

more correctly, what a funny profession! There, there

bly the father, and perhaps even the grandfather, of a numerous family, and with all his might was whistling into seven little pipes glued together. As it was d

kaya. "Well now, Chaplinsky, you try

with the artiste, immediately began obediently and z

long training, or, perhaps, heredita

rose and throwing them into a goblet; then, with difficulty suppr

! Look: no laughter, no singing, no dances. Just like some

sipped it a little, and answered ap

orever out of human life, and it is scarcely possible that they will ever return. One must regard people with more pat

fense," put in Chaplin

d this with her served as a sign of wrath, from which even crowned personages committed

e, Madrid and Marseilles-an exhibition which does not evoke anything save loathing. I have also seen boxing and wrestling nastiness and brutality. I also happened to participate in a tiger hunt, at wh

lena Victorovna!" said Chapl

ock-sparrow, and I with horror and with interest watched its movements and the vigilant gaze of the bird. Up to this time I don't know myself which I sympathized with more: the skill of the cat or the slipperiness of the sparrow. The cock-sparrow proved the quicker. In a moment he flew up on a tree and began from there to pour down upon

asked the bar

e this impression. Probably, it happens but once in a lifetime. According to the role, I had to weep, and I wept with sincere, genuine tears. And when, after the curtain, he walked up to me and patted my hair with his big

oness, and her eyes lit up wit

ed at Nice, and so I saw Carmen on the open stage at Frejus with the anticipation of Cecile Ketten, who is now," th

wilights. She turned her face around to the stage, and for some time her long, nervous fingers convulsively squeezed the upholstery of the barrier of the box. Bu

politely, in a tender

r of the mob ... finally, that delight which you afford to your spect

nd girls, students and young ladies attending courses, who beg you for autographed photographs. Some old blockhead with a general's rank, who hums loudly with me during my aria. The eternal whisper behind you, when you pass

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spot the consciousness that I'm pretending and grimacing before people ... And the fear of the success of your rival? And the eternal dread of losing you

might of genius! This, verily, is a true moral mi

u feel every dram of their decrease. And I have forgotten to say something else. Why, we artists undergo a sentence at hard labour. In the morning, exercises; in the daytime, rehearsals; and then there's scarcely time

a slight gesture with the fingers

itated by this convers

ovna, what would you want to dis

matic eyes and answered quietly

f any sort. Well, it seems to me that then I would have been in

t her, slowly pronounced in his velvety voice, like that of

, morituri t

igh property of the mind. And really, two beings come together, the friends of yesterday, who had conversed with each other and eaten at the same table, and this day one of the

e is in you," said the

w! My ancestors were cavaliers and rob

y ordered his automobile called. Ellena Victorovna

u usually go when you take lea

ver, he knew positively that h

your hearing. To the Tzigani, for

where els

osition. From the time that I've be

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red, not only in the face, but with his body, his back. "Well, of course

ly pressed Chaplinsk

brot

answer anythin

bile and acquaint us with this existence, which is foreig

. She always did everything that she wanted to. And then they had all heard and knew that in Petersburg carousing worldly lad