"An overfed fellow, that--a fellow who can't even look at a human
being! The souls of these folk, I tell you, are withered."
On the present occasion he has arrived on the scene in company with two
women. One of them, aged about twenty, is gentle-looking, plump, and
glassy of eye, with a mouth perpetually half-open, so that the face
looks like that of an imbecile, and though the exposed teeth of its
lower portion may seem to be set in a smile, you will perceive, should
you peer into the motionless eyes under the overhanging brows, that she
has recently been weeping in the terrified, hysterical fashion of a
person of weak intellect.
I have come here with that man and other strangers thus I heard her
narrate in low, querulous tones as with a stumpy finger she rearranged
the faded hair under her yellow and green scarf.
A fat-faced youth with high cheek-bones and the small eyes of a Mongol
here nudged her, and said carelessly:
"You mean, rather, that your own man has cast you off. Probably he was
the only man you ever saw."
"Aye," Konev drawled thoughtfully as he felt in his wallet. "Nowadays
folk need think little of deserting a woman, since in this year of
grace women are no good at all."
Upon this the woman frowned--then blinked her eyes timidly, and would
have opened her lips to reply, but that her companion interrupted her
by saying in a brisk, incisive tone:
"Do not listen to those rascals!"
* * * * *
The woman's companion, some five or six years her senior, has a face
exceptional in the constant change and movement of its great dark eyes
as at one moment they withdraw themselves from the street of the
Cossack hamlet, to gaze fixedly and gravely towards the steppe where it
lies scoured with the scudding breeze, and at another moment fall to
scanning the faces of the persons around her, and, at another, frown
anxiously, or send a smile flitting across her comely lips as she bends
her head, until her features are concealed. Next, the head is raised
again, for the eyes have taken on another phase, and become dilated
with interest, while a sharp furrow is forming between the slender
eyebrows, and the finely moulded lips and trim mouth have compressed
themselves together, and the thin nostrils of the straight nose are
snuffing the air like those of a horse.
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