The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
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‘And I too will not,’ his opponent repeated after him.<br />
‘Well, then shout one, two, three!’ von Richter said, addressing the distracted<br />
Pantaleone. <strong>The</strong> latter promptly ducked behind the bush again,<br />
and from there, all huddled together, his eyes screwed up, and his head<br />
turned away, he shouted at the top of his voice: ‘Una … due … tre!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> first shot was Sanin’s, and he missed. His bullet went ping against<br />
a tree. Baron von Dönhof shot directly after him – intentionally, to one<br />
side, into the air.<br />
A constrained silence followed… . No one moved. Pantaleone uttered<br />
a faint moan.<br />
‘Is it your wish to go on?’ said Dönhof.<br />
‘Why did you shoot in the air?’ inquired Sanin.<br />
‘That’s nothing to do with you.’<br />
‘Will you shoot in the air the second time?’ Sanin asked again.<br />
‘Possibly: I don’t know.’<br />
‘Excuse me, excuse me, gentlemen … ’ began von Richter; ‘duellists<br />
have not the right to talk together. That’s out of order.’<br />
‘I decline my shot,’ said Sanin, and he threw his pistol on the ground.<br />
‘And I too do not intend to go on with the duel,’ cried Dönhof, and he<br />
too threw his pistol on the ground. ‘And more than that, I am prepared<br />
to own that I was in the wrong – the day before yesterday.’<br />
He moved uneasily, and hesitatingly held out his hand. Sanin went<br />
rapidly up to him and shook it. Both the young men looked at each other<br />
with a smile, and both their faces flushed crimson.<br />
‘Bravi! bravi!’ Pantaleone roared suddenly as if he had gone mad, and<br />
clapping his hands, he rushed like a whirlwind from behind the bush;<br />
while the doctor, who had been sitting on one side on a felled tree,<br />
promptly rose, poured the water out of the jug and walked off with a<br />
lazy, rolling step out of the wood.<br />
‘Honour is satisfied, and the duel is over!’ von Richter announced.<br />
‘Fuori!’ Pantaleone boomed once more, through old associations.<br />
When he had exchanged bows with the officers, and taken his seat in<br />
the carriage, Sanin certainly felt all over him, if not a sense of pleasure, at<br />
least a certain lightness of heart, as after an operation is over; but there<br />
was another feeling astir within him too, a feeling akin to shame… . <strong>The</strong><br />
duel, in which he had just played his part, struck him as something false,<br />
a got-up formality, a common officers’ and students’ farce. He recalled<br />
the phlegmatic doctor, he recalled how he had grinned, that is, wrinkled<br />
up his nose when he saw him coming out of the wood almost arm-in-<br />
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