"Of course I am," said Sina with feigned _navete_.
"It"s only natural," said Sanine, "but "unhappy" means to you something different from what it really is. You think that a man spiritually discontented, who is for ever a.n.a.lysing his moods and his actions counts, not as a deplorably unhappy person, but as one of extraordinary individuality and power. Such perpetual self-a.n.a.lysis appears to you a fine trait which ent.i.tles that man to think himself better than all others, and deserving not merely of compa.s.sion, but of love and esteem."
"Well, what else is it, if not that?" asked Sina ingenuously.
She had never talked so much to Sanine before. That he was an original, she knew by hearsay; and she now felt agreeably perturbed at encountering so novel and interesting a personality.
Sanine laughed.
"There was a time when man lived the narrow life of a brute, not holding himself responsible for his actions nor his feelings. This was followed by the period of conscious life, and at its outset man was wont to overestimate his own sentiments and needs and desires. Here, at this stage, stands Svarogitsch. He is the last of the Mohicans, the final representative of an epoch of human evolution which has disappeared for evermore. He has absorbed, as it were, all the essences of that epoch, which have poisoned his very soul. He does not really live his life; each act, each thought is questioned. "Have I done right?" "Have I done wrong?" In his case this becomes almost absurd. In politics he is not sure whether it is not beneath his dignity to rank himself with others, yet, if he retires from politics, he wonders if it is not humiliating to stand aloof. There are many such persons. If Yourii Svarogitsch forms an exception, it is solely on account of his superior intelligence."
"I do not quite understand you," began Sina timidly. "You speak of Yourii Nicolaijevitsch as if he himself were to blame for not being other than what he is. If life fails to satisfy a man, then that man stands above life."
"Man cannot be above life," replied Sanine, "for he himself is but a fraction of it. He may be dissatisfied, but the cause for such discontent lies in himself. He either cannot or dare not take from life"s treasures enough for his actual needs. There are people who spend their lives in a prison. Others are afraid to escape from it, like some captive bird that fears to fly away when set free.... The body and spirit of man form one complete harmonious whole, disturbed only by the dread approach of death. But it is we ourselves who disturb such harmony by our own distorted conception of life. We have branded as b.e.s.t.i.a.l our physical desires; we have become ashamed of them; we have shrouded them in degrading forms and trammels. Those of us who by nature are weak, do not notice this, but drag on through life in chains, while those who are crippled by a false conception of life, it is they who are the martyrs. The pent-up forces crave an outlet; the body pines for joy, and suffers torment through its own impotence.
Their life is one of perpetual discord and uncertainty, and they catch at any straw that might help them to a newer theory of morals, till at last so melancholy do they become that they are afraid to live, afraid to feel."
"Yes, yes," was Sina"s vigorous a.s.sent.
A host of new thoughts invaded her mind. As with shining eyes she glanced round, the splendour of the night, the beauty of the calm river and of the dreaming woods in moonlight seemed to penetrate her whole being. Again she was possessed by that vague longing for sheer dominant strength that should yield her delight.
"My dream is always of some golden age," continued Sanine, "when nothing shall stand between man and his happiness, and when, fearless and free, he can gave himself up to all attainable enjoyments."
"Yes, but how is he to do that? By a return to barbarism?"
"No. The epoch when man lived like a brute was a miserable, barbarous one, and our own epoch, in which the body, dominated by the mind, is kept under and set in the background lacks sense and vigour. But humanity has not lived in vain. It has created new conditions of life which give no scope either for grossness or asceticism."
"Yes, but what of love? Does not that impose obligations upon us?"
asked Sina hurriedly.
"No. If love imposes grievous obligations, it is through jealousy, and jealousy is the outcome of slavery. In any form slavery causes harm.
Men should enjoy what love can give them fearlessly and without restrictions. If this were so, love would be infinitely richer and more varied in all its forms, and more influenced by chance and opportunity."
"I hadn"t the least fear just now," was Sina"s proud reflection. She suddenly looked at Sanine, feeling as if this were her first sight of him. There he sat, facing her, in the stern, a fine figure of a man; dark-eyed, broad-shouldered, intensely virile.
"What a handsome fellow!" she thought. A whole world of unknown forces and emotions lay before her. Should she enter that world? She smiled at her now curiosity, trembling all over. Sanine must have guessed what was pa.s.sing in her mind. His breath came quicker, almost in gasps.
In pa.s.sing through a narrow part of the stream, the oars caught in the trailing foliage and slipped from Sina"s hands.
"I can"t get along here, it"s so narrow," she said timidly. Her voice sounded gentle and musical as the rippling of the stream.
Sanine stood up, and moved towards her.
"What is it?" she asked in alarm.
"It"s all right, I am only going to ..."
Sina rose in her turn, and attempted to get to the rudder.
The boat rocked so violently that she well nigh lost her balance, and involuntarily she caught hold of Sanine, after falling almost into his arms. At that moment, almost unconsciously, and never believing it possible, she gently prolonged their contact. It was this touch of her that in a moment fired his blood, while she, sensible of his ardour, irresistibly responded thereto.
"Ah!" exclaimed Sanine, in surprise and delight.
He embraced her pa.s.sionately, forcing her backwards, so that her hat fell off.
The boat rocked with greater violence, as invisible wavelets dashed against the sh.o.r.e.
"What are you doing?" she cried, in a faint voice. "Let me go! For heaven"s sake! ... What are you doing? ..."
She struggled to free herself from those arms of steel, but Sanine crushed her firm bosom closer, closer to his own, till such barriers as there had been between them ceased to exist.
Around them, only darkness; the moist odour of the river and the reeds; an atmosphere now hot, now cold; profound silence. Suddenly, unaccountably, she lost all power of volition and of thought; her limbs relaxed, and she surrendered to another"s will.
CHAPTER x.x.xIX.
Recovering herself at last, she perceived the bright image of the moon in the dark water, and Sanine"s face bending over her with glittering eyes. She felt that his arms were wound tightly round her, and that one of the oars was chafing her knee.
Then she began to weep gently, persistently, without freeing herself from Sanine"s embrace.
Her tears were for that which was irretrievable. Fear and pity for herself, and fondness for him made her weep. Sanine lifted her up and set her on his knee. She meekly submitted like some sorrowful child. As in a dream she could hear him gently comforting her in a tender, grateful voice.
"I shall drown myself." The thought seemed an answer to a third person"s stern question, "What have you done, and what will you do now?"
"What shall I do now?" she asked aloud.
"We will see," replied Sanine.
She tried to slip off his knees, but he held her fast, so she remained there, thinking it strange that she could feel for him neither hatred nor disgust.
"It doesn"t matter what happens, now," she said to herself, yet a secret physical curiosity prompted her to wonder what this strong man, a stranger, and yet so close a friend, would do with her.
After a while, he took the oars, and she reclined beside him, her eyes half-closed, and trembling every time that his hand in rowing moved close to her bosom. As the boat with a grating sound touched the sh.o.r.e, Sina opened her eyes. She saw fields, and water, and white mist, and the moon like a pale phantom ready to flee at dawn. It was now daybreak and a cool breeze was blowing.
"Shall I go with you?" asked Sanine gently.
"No. I"d rather go alone," she replied.
Sanine lifted her out of the boat. It was a joy to him to do this, for he felt that he loved her, and was grateful to her. As he put her down on the sh.o.r.e after embracing her fondly, she stumbled.
"Oh! you beauty!" exclaimed Sanine, in a voice full of pa.s.sion and tenderness and pity.
She smiled in unconscious pride. Sanine took hold of her hands, and drew her to him.
"Kiss me!"
"It doesn"t matter; nothing matters now," she thought, as she gave him a long, pa.s.sionate kiss on his lips.