The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
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eing was filled full of one thing … one idea, one desire. Maria<br />
Nikolaevna turned a keen look upon him.<br />
‘Come, now everything’s as it should be,’ she observed, putting on her<br />
hat. ‘Won’t you sit down? Here! No, wait a minute … don’t sit down!<br />
What’s that?’<br />
Over the tree-tops, over the air of the forest, rolled a dull rumbling.<br />
‘Can it be thunder?’<br />
‘I think it really is thunder,’ answered Sanin.<br />
‘Oh, this is a treat, a real treat! That was the only thing wanting!’ <strong>The</strong><br />
dull rumble was heard a second time, rose, and fell in a crash. ‘Bravo!<br />
Bis! Do you remember I spoke of the Æneid yesterday? <strong>The</strong>y too were<br />
overtaken by a storm in the forest, you know. We must be off, though.’<br />
She rose swiftly to her feet. ‘Bring me my horse… . Give me your hand.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re, so. I’m not heavy.’<br />
She hopped like a bird into the saddle. Sanin too mounted his horse.<br />
‘Are you going home?’ he asked in an unsteady voice.<br />
‘Home indeed!’ she answered deliberately and picked up the reins.<br />
‘Follow me,’ she commanded almost roughly. She came out on to the<br />
road and passing the red cross, rode down into a hollow, clambered up<br />
again to a cross road, turned to the right and again up the mountainside…<br />
. She obviously knew where the path led, and the path led farther<br />
and farther into the heart of the forest. She said nothing and did not look<br />
round; she moved imperiously in front and humbly and submissively he<br />
followed without a spark of will in his sinking heart. Rain began to fall in<br />
spots. She quickened her horse’s pace, and he did not linger behind her.<br />
At last through the dark green of the young firs under an overhanging<br />
grey rock, a tumbledown little hut peeped out at him, with a low door in<br />
its wattle wall… . Maria Nikolaevna made her mare push through the fir<br />
bushes, leaped off her, and appearing suddenly at the entrance to the<br />
hut, turned to Sanin, and whispered ‘Æneas.’<br />
Four hours later, Maria Nikolaevna and Sanin, accompanied by the<br />
groom, who was nodding in the saddle, returned to Wiesbaden, to the<br />
hotel. Polozov met his wife with the letter to the overseer in his hand.<br />
After staring rather intently at her, he showed signs of some displeasure<br />
on his face, and even muttered, ‘You don’t mean to say you’ve won your<br />
bet?’<br />
Maria Nikolaevna simply shrugged her shoulders.<br />
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