"I see," he began, in a subdued tone, "that you Contemplate sacrificing yourself for her. "I will descend to her level, and protect her from the mob," and so on. That"s what you are saying to your virtuous self, waxing big in your own eyes as a worm does in carrion. But it"s all a sham; nothing else but a lie! You"re not in the least capable of self- sacrifice. If, for instance, Lida had been disfigured by small-pox, perhaps you might have worked yourself up to such a deed of heroism.
But after a couple of days you would have embittered her life, either spurning her or deserting her, or overwhelming her reproaches. At present your att.i.tude towards yourself is one of adoration, as if you were an _ikon_. Yes, yes, your face is transfigured, and every one would say, "Oh! look, there"s a saint." Yet you have lost nothing which you desired. Lida"s limbs are the same as before; so are her pa.s.sion and her splendid vitality. But of course, it is extremely convenient and also agreeable to provide oneself with enjoyment while piously imagining that one is doing a n.o.ble deed. I should rather say it was!"
At these words, Novikoff"s self-pity gave place to a n.o.bler sentiment.
"You take me to be worse than I am," he said reproachfully. "I am not so wanting in feeling as you think. I won"t deny that I have certain prejudices, but I love Lida Petrovna, and if I were quite sure that she loved me, do you think that I should take a long while to make up my mind, because ..."
His voice failed him at this last word.
Sanine suddenly became quite calm. Crossing the room, he stood at the open window, lost in thought.
"Just now she is very sad," he said, "and will hardly be thinking of love. If she loves you or not, how can I tell? But it seems to me that if you came to her as the second man who did not condemn her for her brief amour, well.... Anyway, there"s no knowing what she"ll say!"
Novikoff sat there, as one in a dream. Sadness and joy produced within his heart a sense of happiness as gentle and elusive as the light in an evening sky.
"Let us go to her," said Sanine. "Whatever happens, it will please her to see a human face amid so many false masks that hide grimacing brutes. You"re a bit of a fool, my friend, but in your stupidity there is something which others haven"t got. And to think that for ever so long the world founded its hopes and happiness upon such folly! Come, let us go!"
Novikoff smiled timidly. "I am very willing to go to her. But will she care to see me?"
"Don"t think about that," said Sanine, as he placed both hands on the other"s shoulders. "If you are minded to do what"s right, then, do it, and the future will take care of itself."
"All right; let us go," exclaimed Novikoff with decision. In the doorway he stopped and looking Sanine full in the face he said with unwonted emphasis:
"Look here, if it is in my power, I will do my best to make her happy.
This sounds commonplace, I know, but I can"t express my feelings in any other way."
"No matter, my friend," replied Sanine cordially, "I understand."
CHAPTER XXI.
The glow of summer lay on the town. Calm were the nights when the large, l.u.s.trous moon shone overhead and the air, heavy with odours from field and garden, pleasurably soothed the languid senses.
In the daytime people worked, or were engaged in politics or art; in eating, drinking, bathing, conversing. Yet, when the heat grew less, and the bustle and turmoil had ceased, while on the dim horizon the moon"s round mysterious disc rose slowly above meadow and field, shedding on roofs and gardens a strange, cold light, then folk began to breathe more freely, and to live anew, having cast off, as it were, an oppressive cloak.
And, where youth predominated, life became ampler and more free. The gardens were filled with the melody of nightingales, the meadow-gra.s.ses quivered in response to the light touch of a maiden"s gown, while shadows deepened, and in the warm dusk eyes grew brighter and voices more tender, for love was in the languid, fragrant air.
Yourii Svarogitsch and Schafroff were both keenly interested in politics, and in a recently formed society for mutual education, Yourii read all the latest books, and believed that he had now found his vocation in life, and a way to end all his doubts. Yet, however much he read, and despite all his activities, life had no charm for him, being barren and dreary. Only when in robust health, and when the physical part of him was roused by the prospect of falling in love, did life seem really desirable. Formerly all pretty young women had interested him in equal measure, yet among the rest he now singled out one in whom the charms of all the others were united, standing apart in her loveliness as a young birch tree stands in springtime on the border of a wood.
She was tall and shapely, her head was gracefully poised on her white, smooth shoulders, and her voice, in speech sonorous, was in singing sweet. Although her own talents for music and poetry were eminently pleasing to her, it was in physical effort that her intense vitality found its fullest expression. She longed to crush something against her bosom, to stamp her foot on the ground, to laugh and sing, and to contemplate good-looking young men. There were times when, in the blaze of noon or in the pale moonlight, she felt as if she must suddenly take off all clothing, rush across the gra.s.s, and plunge into the river to seek some one that with tender accents she longed to allure. Her presence troubled Yourii. In her company he became more eloquent, his pulses beat faster, and his brain was more alert. All day long his thoughts were of her, and in the evening it was she that he sought, though he never admitted to himself that he did so. He was for ever a.n.a.lysing his feelings, each sentiment withering as a blossom in the frost. Whenever he asked himself what it was that attracted him to Sina Karsavina, the answer was always "the s.e.xual instinct, and nothing else." Without knowing why, this explanation provoked intense self- contempt.
Yet a tacit understanding had been established between them and, like two mirrors, the emotions of the one were reflected in the other.
Sina Karsavina never troubled to a.n.a.lyse her sentiments which, if they caused her slight apprehension, yet pleased her vastly. She jealously hid them from others, being determined to keep them entirely to herself. It distressed her much that she could not discover what was really at work in the handsome young fellow"s heart. At times it seemed to her that there was nothing between them, and then she grieved as if for the loss of something precious. Nevertheless she was not averse to receiving the attentions of other men, and her belief that Yourii loved her gave her the elated manner of a bride-elect, making her doubly attractive to other admirers. She was powerfully fascinated by the presence of Sanine, whose broad shoulders, calm eyes, and deliberate manner won her regard. When Sina became aware of his effect upon her, she accused herself of want of self-control if not of immodesty; nevertheless she always continued to observe him with great interest.
On the very evening that Lida had undergone such a terrible ordeal, Yourii and Sina met at the library. They merely exchanged greetings, and went about their business, she to choose books, and he to look at the latest Petersburg newspapers. They happened, however, to leave the building together and walked along the lonely, moonlit streets side by side. All was silent as the grave, and one could only hear at intervals the watchman"s rattle, and the distant bark of a dog.
On reaching the boulevard they were aware of a merry party sitting under the tress. They heard laughter; and the gleam of a lighted cigarette revealed for an instant a fair moustache. Just as they pa.s.sed a man"s voice sang:
_The heart affair lady Is wayward as the wind across the wheat_...
When they got within a short distance of Sina"s home they sat down on a bench where it was very dark. In front of them lay the broad street, all white in the moonlight, and the church topped by a cross that gleamed as a star above the black linden trees.
"Look! How pretty that is!" exclaimed Sina, as she pointed to the church. Yourii glanced admiringly at her white shoulder which, in the costume of Little Russia that she wore, was exposed to view. He longed to clasp her in his arms and kiss her full red lips. It seemed as if he must do so, and as if she expected and desired this. But he let the propitious moment pa.s.s, laughing gently, almost mockingly, to himself.
"Why do you laugh?"
"Oh! I don"t know!--nothing!" replied Yourii nervously, trying to appear unmoved.
They were both silent as they listened to faint sounds that came to them through the darkness.
"Have you ever been in love?" asked Sina, suddenly.
"Yes," said Yourii slowly. "Suppose I tell her?" he thought. Then, aloud, "I am in love now."
"With whom?" she asked, fearing to hear the answer, while yet certain that she knew it.
"With you, of course," replied Yourii, vainly a.s.suming playful tone as he leant forward and gazed into her eyes, that shone strangely in the gloom. They expressed surprise and expectancy. Yourii longed to embrace her, yet again his courage failed him, and he pretended to stifle a yawn.
"He"s only in fun!" thought Sina, growing suddenly cool.
She felt hurt at such hesitation on Yourii"s part. To keep back her tears, she clenched her teeth, and in an altered tone exclaimed "Nonsense!" as she quickly got up.
"I am speaking quite seriously," began Yourii, with unnatural earnestness. "I love you, believe me, I do, pa.s.sionately!"
Sina took up her books without saying a word.
"Why, why does he talk like this?" she thought to herself. "I"ve let him see that I care, and now he despises me."
Yourii bent down to pick up a book that had fallen.
"It is time to go home," she said coldly. Yourii felt grieved that she wanted to go just at that moment, but he thought at the same time that he had played his part quite successfully, and without in the least appearing commonplace. Then he said, impressively: "Au revoir!"
She held out her hand. He swiftly bent over it and kissed it. Sina started back, uttering a faint cry: "What are you doing?"
Though his lips had only just touched her soft little hand, his emotion was so great that he could only smile feebly as she hurried away, and soon he heard the click of her garden gate. As he walked homewards his face wore the same silly smile, while he breathed the pure night air, and felt strong, and glad of heart.
CHAPTER XXII.
On reaching his room, narrow and stuffy as a prison-cell, Yourii found life as dreary as ever, and his little love-episode seemed to him thoroughly commonplace.
"I stole a kiss from her! What bliss! How heroic of me! How exquisitely romantic! In the moonlight the hero beguiles the fair maid with burning words and kisses! Bah! what rubbish! In such a cursed little hole as this one insensibly becomes a shallow fool."