The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
The Torrents Of Spring
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‘Dimitri.’<br />
‘And your father’s?’<br />
‘Pavlovitch.’<br />
‘Do you know,’ Maria Nikolaevna said, still in the same drawling<br />
voice, ‘I like you very much, Dimitri Pavlovitch. You must be an excellent<br />
fellow. Give me your hand. Let us be friends.’<br />
She pressed his hand tightly in her beautiful, white, strong fingers.<br />
Her hand was a little smaller than his hand, but much warmer and<br />
smoother and whiter and more full of life.<br />
‘Only, do you know what strikes me?’<br />
‘What?’<br />
‘You won’t be angry? No? You say she is betrothed to you. But was<br />
that … was that quite necessary?’<br />
Sanin frowned. ‘I don’t understand you, Maria Nikolaevna.’<br />
Maria Nikolaevna gave a soft low laugh, and shaking her head tossed<br />
back the hair that was falling on her cheeks. ‘Decidedly – he’s delightful,’<br />
she commented half pensively, half carelessly. ‘A perfect knight! After<br />
that, there’s no believing in the people who maintain that the race of<br />
idealists is extinct!’<br />
Maria Nikolaevna talked Russian all the time, an astonishingly pure<br />
true Moscow Russian, such as the people, not the nobles speak.<br />
‘You’ve been brought up at home, I expect, in a God-fearing, old orthodox<br />
family?’ she queried. ‘You’re from what province?’<br />
‘Tula.’<br />
‘Oh! so we’re from the same part. My father … I daresay you know<br />
who my father was?’<br />
‘Yes, I know.’<br />
‘He was born in Tula… . He was a Tula man. Well … well. Come, let<br />
us get to business now.’<br />
‘That is … how come to business? What do you mean to say by that?’<br />
Maria Nikolaevna half-closed her eyes. ‘Why, what did you come here<br />
for?’ (when she screwed up her eyes, their expression became very<br />
kindly and a little bantering, when she opened them wide, into their<br />
clear, almost cold brilliancy, there came something-ill-natured …<br />
something menacing. Her eyes gained a peculiar beauty from her eyebrows,<br />
which were thick, and met in the centre, and had the smoothness<br />
of sable fur). ‘Don’t you want me to buy your estate? You want money<br />
for your nuptials? Don’t you?’<br />
‘Yes.’<br />
‘And do you want much?’<br />
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