The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
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and plunged into a rather narrow gorge. <strong>The</strong> smell of heather and bracken,<br />
of the resin of the pines, and the decaying leaves of last year, seemed<br />
to hang, close and drowsy, about it. Through the clefts of the big brown<br />
rocks came strong currents of fresh air. On both sides of the path rose<br />
round hillocks covered with green moss.<br />
‘Stop!’ cried Maria Nikolaevna, ‘I want to sit down and rest on this<br />
velvet. Help me to get off.’<br />
Sanin leaped off his horse and ran up to her. She leaned on both his<br />
shoulders, sprang instantly to the ground, and seated herself on one of<br />
the mossy mounds. He stood before her, holding both the horses’ bridles<br />
in his hand.<br />
She lifted her eyes to him… . ‘Sanin, are you able to forget?’<br />
Sanin recollected what had happened yesterday … in the carriage.<br />
‘What is that – a question … or a reproach?’<br />
‘I have never in my life reproached any one for anything. Do you believe<br />
in magic?’<br />
‘What?’<br />
‘In magic? – you know what is sung of in our ballads – our Russian<br />
peasant ballads?’<br />
‘Ah! That’s what you’re speaking of,’ Sanin said slowly.<br />
‘Yes, that’s it. I believe in it … and you will believe in it.’<br />
‘Magic is sorcery … ’ Sanin repeated, ‘Anything in the world is possible.<br />
I used not to believe in it – but I do now. I don’t know myself.’<br />
Maria Nikolaevna thought a moment and looked about her. ‘I fancy<br />
this place seems familiar to me. Look, Sanin, behind that bushy oak – is<br />
there a red wooden cross, or not?’<br />
Sanin moved a few steps to one side. ‘Yes, there is.’ Maria Nikolaevna<br />
smiled. ‘Ah, that’s good! I know where we are. We haven’t got lost as<br />
yet. What’s that tapping? A wood-cutter?’<br />
Sanin looked into the thicket. ‘Yes … there’s a man there chopping up<br />
dry branches.’<br />
‘I must put my hair to rights,’ said Maria Nikolaevna. ‘Else he’ll see<br />
me and be shocked.’ She took off her hat and began plaiting up her long<br />
hair, silently and seriously. Sanin stood facing her … All the lines of her<br />
graceful limbs could be clearly seen through the dark folds of her habit,<br />
dotted here and there with tufts of moss.<br />
One of the horses suddenly shook itself behind Sanin’s back; he himself<br />
started and trembled from head to foot. Everything was in confusion<br />
within him, his nerves were strung up like harpstrings. He might well<br />
say he did not know himself… . He really was bewitched. His whole<br />
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