First loves -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Russian fiction -- Translations into English
“I won’t say anything now,” Frau Lenore went on, “of the disgrace of
it, of its being something unheard of in the world for a girl to jilt
her betrothed; but you see it’s ruin for us, Herr Dimitri!” Frau Lenore
slowly and carefully twisted up her handkerchief in a tiny, tiny little
ball, as though she would enclose all her grief within it. “We can’t go
on living on the takings of our shop, Herr Dimitri! and Herr Klüber is
very rich, and will be richer still. And what is he to be refused for?
Because he did not defend his betrothed? Allowing that was not very
handsome on his part, still, he’s a civilian, has not had a university
education, and as a solid business man, it was for him to look with
contempt on the frivolous prank of some unknown little officer. And
what sort of insult was it, after all, Herr Dimitri?”
“Excuse me, Frau Lenore, you seem to be blaming me.”
“I am not blaming you in the least, not in the least! You’re quite
another matter; you are, like all Russians, a military man …”
“Excuse me, I’m not at all …”
“You’re a foreigner, a visitor, and I’m grateful to you,” Frau Lenore
went on, not heeding Sanin. She sighed, waved her hands, unwound her
handkerchief again, and blew her nose. Simply from the way in which her
distress expressed itself, it could be seen that she had not been born
under a northern sky.
“And how is Herr Klüber to look after his shop, if he is to fight with
his customers? It’s utterly inconsistent! And now I am to send him
away! But what are we going to live on? At one time we were the only
people that made angel cakes, and nougat of pistachio nuts, and we had
plenty of customers; but now all the shops make angel cakes! Only
consider; even without this, they’ll talk in the town about your duel …
it’s impossible to keep it secret. And all of a sudden, the marriage
broken off! It will be a scandal, a scandal! Gemma is a splendid girl,
she loves me; but she’s an obstinate republican, she doesn’t care for
the opinion of others. You’re the only person that can persuade her!”
Sanin was more amazed than ever. “I, Frau Lenore?”
“Yes, you alone … you alone. That’s why I have come to you; I could not
think of anything else to do! You are so clever, so good! You have
fought in her defence. She will trust you! She is bound to trust
you—why, you have risked your life on her account! You will make her
understand, for I can do nothing more; you make her understand that she
will bring ruin on herself and all of us. You saved my son—save my
daughter too! God Himself sent you here … I am ready on my knees to
beseech you….” And Frau Lenore half rose from her seat as though about
to fall at Sanin’s feet…. He restrained her.
“Frau Lenore! For mercy’s sake! What are you doing?”
She clutched his hand impulsively. “You promise …”
“Frau Lenore, think a moment; what right have I …”
“You promise? You don’t want me to die here at once before your eyes?”
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