The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
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She seemed so happy that Sanin was simply astonished; her face even<br />
wore at times that sedate expression which children sometimes have<br />
when they are very … very much pleased.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y rode at a walking pace for the short distance to the city walls, but<br />
then started off at a vigorous gallop along the high road. It was magnificent,<br />
real summer weather; the wind blew in their faces, and sang and<br />
whistled sweetly in their ears. <strong>The</strong>y felt very happy; the sense of youth,<br />
health and life, of free eager onward motion, gained possession of both;<br />
it grew stronger every instant.<br />
Maria Nikolaevna reined in her mare, and again went at a walking<br />
pace; Sanin followed her example.<br />
‘This,’ she began with a deep blissful sigh, ‘this now is the only thing<br />
worth living for. When you succeed in doing what you want to, what<br />
seemed impossible – come, enjoy it, heart and soul, to the last drop!’ She<br />
passed her hand across her throat. ‘And how good and kind one feels<br />
oneself then! I now, at this moment … how good I feel! I feel as if I could<br />
embrace the whole world! No, not the whole world… . That man now I<br />
couldn’t.’ She pointed with her whip at a poorly dressed old man who<br />
was stealing along on one side. ‘But I am ready to make him happy.<br />
Here, take this,’ she shouted loudly in German, and she flung a net purse<br />
at his feet. <strong>The</strong> heavy little bag (leather purses were not thought of at that<br />
time) fell with a ring on to the road. <strong>The</strong> old man was astounded, stood<br />
still, while Maria Nikolaevna chuckled, and put her mare into a gallop.<br />
‘Do you enjoy riding so much?’ Sanin asked, as he overtook her.<br />
Maria Nikolaevna reined her mare in once more: only in this way<br />
could she bring her to a stop.<br />
‘I only wanted to get away from thanks. If any one thanks me, he<br />
spoils my pleasure. You see I didn’t do that for his sake, but for my own.<br />
How dare he thank me? I didn’t hear what you asked me.’<br />
‘I asked … I wanted to know what makes you so happy to-day.’<br />
‘Do you know what,’ said Maria Nikolaevna; either she had again not<br />
heard Sanin’s question, or she did not consider it necessary to answer it.<br />
‘I’m awfully sick of that groom, who sticks up there behind us, and most<br />
likely does nothing but wonder when we gentlefolks are going home<br />
again. How shall we get rid of him?’ She hastily pulled a little pocketbook<br />
out of her pocket. ‘Send him back to the town with a note? No …<br />
that won’t do. Ah! I have it! What’s that in front of us? Isn’t it an inn?’<br />
Sanin looked in the direction she pointed. ‘Yes, I believe it is an inn.’<br />
‘Well, that’s first-rate. I’ll tell him to stop at that inn and drink beer till<br />
we come back.’<br />
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