A Lear of the Steppes, etc.Turgenev, Ivan Sergeevich
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A Lear of the Steppes, etc.
Turgenev, Ivan Sergeevich
Russia -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Turgenev, Ivan Sergeevich, 1818-1883 -- Translations into English
Their voices came from the arbour. I could see them both through the
thin net-work of leaves. They did not notice me.
‘You, you only,’ she repeated, and she flung herself on his neck, and
with broken sobs began kissing him and clinging to his breast.
‘Come, come,’ he repeated, lightly passing his hand over her hair.
For a few instants I stood motionless.… Suddenly I started--should I go
up to them?--‘On no consideration,’ flashed through my head. With rapid
footsteps I turned back to the hedge, leaped over it into the road, and
almost running, went home. I smiled, rubbed my hands, wondered at the
chance which had so suddenly confirmed my surmises (I did not for one
instant doubt their accuracy) and yet there was a great bitterness in
my heart. What accomplished hypocrites they are, though, I thought. And
what for? Why should he try to take me in? I shouldn’t have expected it
of him.… And what a touching scene of reconciliation!
VII
I slept badly, and next morning got up early, fastened a knapsack on
my back, and telling my landlady not to expect me back for the night,
set off walking to the mountains, along the upper part of the stream on
which Z. is situated. These mountains, offsets of the ridge known as
the Hundsrück, are very interesting from a geological point of view.
They are especially remarkable for the purity and regularity of the
strata of basalt; but I was in no mood for geological observations.
I did not take stock of what was passing within me. One feeling was
clear to me; a disinclination to see the Gagins. I assured myself that
the sole reason of my sudden distaste for their society was anger at
their duplicity. Who forced them to pass themselves off as brother
and sister? However, I tried not to think about them; I sauntered in
leisurely fashion about the mountains and valleys, sat in the village
inns, talking peacefully to the innkeepers and people drinking in
them, or lay on a flat stone warmed by the sun, and watched the clouds
floating by. Luckily it was exquisite weather. In such pursuits I
passed three days, and not without pleasure, though my heart did ache
at times. My own mood was in perfect harmony with the peaceful nature
of that quiet countryside.
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