Caucasus -- Fiction; Russia -- History -- Nicholas I, 1825-1855 -- Fiction
In the evening Daddy Eróshka would be sure to be sitting with him.
Vanyúsha would bring a jug of _chikhir_, and they would converse
quietly, drink, and separate to go quite contentedly to bed. The next
day he would again go shooting, again be healthily weary, again they
would sit conversing and drink their fill, and again be happy.
Sometimes on a holiday or day of rest Olénin spent the whole day at
home. Then his chief occupation was watching Maryánka, whose every
movement, without realizing it himself, he followed greedily from his
window or his porch. He regarded Maryánka and loved her (so he thought)
just as he loved the beauty of the mountains and the sky, and he had no
thought of entering into any relations with her. It seemed to him that
between him and her such relations as there were between her and the
Cossack Lukáshka could not exist, and still less such as often existed
between rich officers and other Cossack girls. It seemed to him that if
he tried to do as his fellow officers did, he would exchange his
complete enjoyment of contemplation for an abyss of suffering,
disillusionment, and remorse. Besides, he had already achieved a
triumph of self-sacrifice in connexion with her which had given him
great pleasure, and above all he was in a way afraid of Maryánka and
would not for anything have ventured to utter a word of love to her
lightly.
Once during the summer, when Olénin had not gone out shooting but was
sitting at home, quite unexpectedly a Moscow acquaintance, a very young
man whom he had met in society, came in.
“Ah, _mon cher_, my dear fellow, how glad I was when I heard that you
were here!” he began in his Moscow French, and he went on intermingling
French words in his remarks. “They said, ‘Olénin’. What Olénin? and I
was so pleased.... Fancy fate bringing us together here! Well, and how
are you? How? Why?” and Prince Belétski told his whole story: how he
had temporarily entered the regiment, how the Commander-in-Chief had
offered to take him as an adjutant, and how he would take up the post
after this campaign although personally he felt quite indifferent about
it.
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