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 PREFACE. 
 
 About the year 1800, before the days of railways and 
 carriage roads, of gas and composite candles, of low, 
 |springy coaches, of French-polished furniture, of cynical 
 eyeglassed youths, of philosophical, broad-minded women, 
 and of the siren-like dames aux camelias who now abound; 
 tat that unsophisticated time when the traveler by carry-all 
 from Moscow to St. Petersburg was obliged to convey his 
 provisions with him as he jogged along for a whole weary 
 week over roads that were either smothered in dust or 
 drowned in mud; at the time when people eat such things 
 as Pojarski cutlets and Boublikis;* at the time when tal- 
 low-candles sweated and smoked as they provided a dingy 
 -iyht for families of from twenty to thirty persons — on ball- 
 hts the candelabra were glorified with wax or spermaceti 
 tV)ers; at the time, I say, when the furniture of a room 
 c(s set out with prim precision, and when our fathers, 
 c< o were young in other ways than in a mere freedom 
 (m wrinkles and gray hairs, fought for a woman and 
 (levied from one end of a room to the other to pick up a 
 ly^s handkerchief, no matter whether it had been dropped 
 om^rpose or not; at the time when our mothers wore 
 
 * Cakes in the shape of a crown. 
 
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6 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 high waists and voluminous sleeves, and settled the destiny 
 of families by drawing straws; at the time when women of 
 questionable morality did not venture to show themselves 
 abroad in open daylight; in the unsophisticated days, 
 finally, of masonic lodges, of the Tug end-bund * of Davidoff 
 and Pouchkine, a meeting of f pomestchiks\ was being held 
 
 in the town of K , the capital of the governmental 
 
 district of the same name, and the election of the repre- 
 sentatives of the local nobility was drawing to a close. 
 
 * An association of students. 
 
 \ Landed proprietors. 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 
 
 PART I. 
 
 I. 
 
 “Oh! anywhere; it dosen't matter where. Very well, 
 into the drawing-room, then!” exclaimed a young officer, 
 enveloped in a fur cloak and wearing a hussar's cap, as he 
 sprung out of a traveling-carriage that was drawn up in 
 front of one of the best hotels in the town of K . 
 
 “We are very full, your excellency,” said the hotel-por- 
 ter, who had already gathered from the young officer's 
 servant that he was Count Tourbine; and hence the title 
 of “Excellency” with which he honored him. “The 
 pomestchik's wife, Afremova, has given notice that she is 
 going away this evening with her daughter, and as soon as 
 the ladies have left you shall have their room, No. 11,” 
 continued the porter, walking before the count into the 
 corridor, and turning round at each step. 
 
 In the general room, grouped together beneath a full- 
 length portrait of the Emperor Alexander I., several noble- 
 men were sitting at a table and drinking champagne. 
 
 Some merchants, who were passing through K — — , were 
 
 ' seated a little apart enveloped in their blue shoubas* 
 
8 
 
 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 The count entered the room, calling his big dog, Bliiche: 
 after him; he took off his cloak, the collar of which w; 
 covered with hoar-frost, and then sat down near the tab! 
 Having ordered some vodka to be brought to him, he en^ 
 tered into conversation with the company present. Hii 
 pleasant, frank expression, which was set off by a hand- 
 some blue satin dolman made in the best taste, quickly 
 won him a kindly welcome, and a glass of champagne was 1 ' 
 pressed upon him. 
 
 The count, however, first drank off his little glass of 
 vodka, and then called for a bottle of champagne, which! 
 he invited his new friends to share. At that moment the) 
 yamstchik* came into the room, and, going up to the 
 count, asked him for a gratuity. 
 
 “ Give him something, Sachka,"f said the count. 
 
 The yamstchik went out of the room with Sachka, bui 
 he returned almost immediately, holding a coin in his open 
 palm. 
 
 “ What, my little father,” he cried, “ is this all? Pm 
 sure I did everything I could to accommodate your excel- 
 lency. You promised me fifty copecks, but he's only given 
 me twenty -five." 
 
 “ Give him a rouble, Sachka!" 
 
 Sachka's eyes were fixed upon the yamstchik' s feet. 
 
 “ He has got quite sufficient," he said. “ And, besides, 
 I have no more money left. " 
 
 The count took a couple of blue notesj out of his purse 
 
 * Driver of post-horses, 
 f The diminutive of Alexander. 
 
 \ A blue note is worth about five rouble®, 
 
TWO GENEKATIOKS. 
 
 9 
 
 
 v— they were all that he possessed — and gave one of them to 
 (;he yamstchik, who thereupon kissed his hand and left the 
 
 >oom. 
 
 1 1 “ I've got to the end of my stock !” exclaimed the offi- 
 cer. “ Here are my last five roubles!” 
 
 / “ Ah, that's just like your gay hussar, count!” said one 
 -of the noblemen present, with a smile. His deep voice, 
 heavy mustache and bowed legs made him look like a re- 
 tired cavalry officer. “ Do you intend to stay long here?” 
 I “ I can't stay very long, unless I manage to get some 
 , more money. Besides, there's no room vacant in this con- 
 founded hotel!” 
 
 “ Excuse me, count, but there is. There is mine, No. 
 7. Be good enough to avail yourself of it for to-night, and 
 I until you can obtain other accommodation. You must at 
 j least stay two or three days here. I have just left the pred- 
 voditel ;* he will be delighted to see you at his house.” 
 
 “ Oh, you must certainly stay, count!” now exclaimed a 
 tall and handsome young man. “ Why should you hurry 
 yourself? An election only occurs once every three years. 
 Stay, and you'll have a chance of seeing our girls.” 
 
 “ Sachka, get me a clean shirt. I'm going to have a 
 bath now, gentlemen, and then we will see. I may, in- 
 deed, go and see the predvoditel, ” remarked the count. 
 
 He then again called his servant, and whispered a few 
 words in his ear. Sachka smiled as he listened. “ That is 
 quite possible,” he replied, and then he hastened out of the 
 room. 
 
 j * The representative of the nobility. 
 
10 
 
 TWO GENEBATIONS. 
 
 \ I 
 
 “ Then I may order my luggage to be carried up into 1 
 your room; eh, little father?” said the count, as he took 1 
 his leave. ) 
 
 “ By all means; I shall be delighted to be of use to 
 you,” replied the cavalry officer, hastening toward the 
 door. “Don’t forget the number; 7!” he cried, as he 
 reached it. j 
 
 When the sound of the count's retreating footsteps had 
 died away, the cavalry officer returned to his place, and i 
 drawing his chair close up to that of the tall young man, 1 
 he looked at him with smiling eyes. “ It is the man him- j 
 self. '' 
 
 “ Really?" 
 
 “ Yes, indeed, it is. It is Tourbine himself, the duel- 
 ist hussar, the notorious fire-eater. I'll wager anything , 
 that he recognized me. He must have done so; we had a j 
 merry time together at Lebediane. For three weeks we [ 
 never went to bed. At that time I was detached on special 
 duty, procuring horses. There were some circumstances 
 in our acquaintanceship which seemed to make us friends 
 at once. He's a fine fellow, isn't he?" 
 
 “ Indeed, he is! And what charming manners! There's 
 really no fault to be found with him. How quickly we 
 seemed to get on friendly terms! He can't be more than 
 five-and-twenty, I should say." 
 
 “ He doesn't look more, certainly; but he's not quite so 
 young as that. Ah, I must tell you what sort of a man he 
 is! Who was it who carried off the Megounova girl? It , 
 was he. Who was it who killed Sabline? It was he. He 
 forced Matneff to jump out of the window, and he won ; 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 11 
 
 ’ 300,000 roubles from Prince Nesteroff. He is a wild, hot- 
 I headed fellow, and wants knowing. Gamester, duelist, 
 \ , libertine, and a hussar in heart and soul; yes, he's a true 
 hussar! Ah, people are very fond of maligning us, but if 
 they only knew what it really is to be a hussar, and what a 
 time we had in those days!” 
 
 Then the officer related to his companion the history of 
 a pleasure excursion which he said he had made in the 
 , count's company, but the events he related were so wild 
 and fantastical that they could only have existed in the 
 narrator's imagination. And here it may be noted, in the 
 first place, that this cavalry officer had never even seen the 
 count before, having retired from the service two years be- 
 { fore the latter had entered it; and, in the second place, 
 I that this accomplished cavalry officer had never served in 
 the cavalry at all. His name was Zavalchfcvsky, and for 
 four years he had simply been a non-commissioned officer 
 in the Bielef foot regiment, retiring as soon as he had been 
 promoted to the rank of sub-lieutenant. 
 
 Having come into some property, however, he had sub- 
 sequently stayed for some time at Lebediane, where he had 
 spent seven hundred roubles in the society of the officers 
 who were on duty there procuring horses. He had had a 
 lancer's uniform made for himself, and for a short time he 
 had thought of joining a cavalry regiment. The three 
 weeks which he had spent at Lebediane had formed the 
 serenest and nappiest period of his life; and he 'had begun 
 to think that he had really carried out his project; so 
 mingling fancy and reality together, indeed, that he ended 
 by believing that he had actually been an officer of cavalry. 
 
12 
 
 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 This little delusion, however, did 'not prevent him from 
 having a kind, soft heart, or from being a really good and 
 worthy fellow. 
 
 “ Yes,” he sighed, “ those who have not served in the 
 cavalry will never be able to understand us.” 
 
 Then having seated himself astride a chair, as though it 
 were a horse, and protruding his lower jaw, he continued, 
 in a deep voice: “Sometimes I found myself riding in 
 front of the squadron on an animal that wasn't a horse, 
 but a real devil that would do nothing but kick. Then at 
 a review the commanding officer would come up to me and 
 say: c Lieutenant, they won't do anything without you. 
 Come and put the squadron through their movements.' 
 6 Certainly, sir!' I used to answer. And then I turned 
 toward the men and gave them the word of command. 
 Ah! confound it all, it was a happy time.” 
 
 When Count Tourbine came out of the bath-room, with 
 ruddy cheeks and damp hair, he went straight to room No. 
 7, where Zavalchevsky, the self-styled cavalry officer, had 
 already betaken himself. Wearing a dressing-gown and 
 smoking his pipe, he was thinking with delight, that was 
 not altogether free from alarm, of the happy chance which 
 had enabled him to share his room with the celebrated 
 Tourbine. 
 
 “What should I do,” he was asking himself, “if the 
 count took it into his head to strip me naked and then 
 carry me outside the town and leave me in that state in the 
 snow? Or he might, perhaps, smear me over with tar, or 
 even — But no, he'll do nothing of that kind, I'm sure, to 
 an old comrade. No, no! he certainly won't,” repeat- 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 13 
 
 ed the ex-sub-lieutenant to inspire himself with confi- 
 dence. 
 
 “ Sachka,” said the count to his servant on entering the 
 apartment, “ tell them to give Blucher something to eat.” 
 
 The servant was already the worse for the vodka which 
 he had drunk since his arrival at the hotel. 
 
 “ You haven't been able to restrain yourself, then? 
 You have been drinking already, you scoundrel!” con- 
 tinued Tourbine. “ Go and see Blucher fed.” 
 
 “It won't kill him to wait a little! He's quite fat 
 enough!” replied Sachka, fondling the dog. 
 
 “ Don't answer me, but go and get him some food!” 
 
 “ There, that's just like you! The dog, of course, must 
 have its food, but if a man just takes a little glass of 
 vodka, you abuse him.” 
 
 “ I'll give you a hiding!” cried the count, in a voice that 
 made the windows shake and ex-sub-lieutenant Zaval- 
 chevsky shudder. 
 
 “ It would be better if you inquired whether Sachka had 
 had anything to eat to-day,” retorted the servant. “ Oh, 
 you may strike me, as you seem to think that a dog is of 
 much more importance than a man!” 
 
 As he spoke, he received such a clout from his master 
 that his head was knocked against the screen. With one 
 bound he sprung out into the corridor, where he dropped 
 down on to a bench. 
 
 “He has knocked my teeth out!” }ie groaned, wiping 
 his bleeding nose with one hand, while with the other he 
 scratched the back of Blucher, who was licking himself. 
 “He has knocked my teeth out, Bluchka! But all the 
 
14 
 
 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 same, he is my count, and I would throw myself into the 
 fire for him! Yes, he is my own count, isn't he, Bluchka? 
 Well, doggy, are you really hungry?” 
 
 After remaining on his back for a few moments, he got 
 up and gave the dog some food, and then, almost quite 
 sobered again, he proceeded to serve his master with tea. 
 
 “ You will hurt my feelings very much if you do,” the 
 ex-sub-lieutenant was now saying, as he stood in front of 
 Tourbine, who was lying on the bed, with his legs in the 
 air and his feet against the wall. “ I am an old soldier 
 myself, a comrade, so to speak. You needn't go borrow- 
 ing money elsewhere; I have a couple of hundred roubles 
 here, which are quite at your service. I haven't quite that 
 amount in my pocket, but I have a hundred, and I can get 
 the rest in the course of the day. I shall really feel hurt 
 if you refuse, count.” 
 
 “ Thank you, my little father, thank you,” said the 
 count, quickly realizing what sort of acquaintanceship was 
 going to be established between them. “ Very well, 
 then,” he continued, tapping the ex - sub - lieutenant's 
 shoulder, “ we will go to this ball presently, but what shall 
 we do now? Tell me what is going on in your town. 
 What pretty women have you got? Who are your gay fel- 
 lows, and who are your card players?” 
 
 Zavalchevsky replied that there would be plenty of pretty 
 women at the ball, and that the Ispravnik Kolkoff was the 
 gayest man in the town, though he lacked the audacity of 
 a true hussar, and was only a commonplace sort of good 
 fellow. Then he told the count that Uiusha's troupe of 
 gypsies had been singing at K— since the beginning of 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 15 
 
 the elections; that pretty Stiochka was the soloist; that all 
 the predvoditers friends were to meet that day; that cards 
 would be played for very high stakes; that Loukhnoff, a 
 
 traveler temporarily staying at K •, always played for 
 
 ready money; and that Iliine, a sub-lieutenant of lancers, 
 who was the tenant of the next room — No. 8 — had recently 
 being losing heavily. 
 
 “ Fellows play in his room every evening, count, " added 
 the ex-sub-lieutenant, “ and he is such a good fellow! 
 He's so generous that he would give you the very shirt off 
 his back!" 
 
 “ Very well, let us go to his room and see what sort of 
 people he has got there," said the count. 
 
 “ Yes, come along; I am sure they will be delighted to 
 see you." 
 
 n. 
 
 Iliine, the sub-lieutenant of lancers, had only been 
 awake for a short time. He had sat down at the card- 
 table at eight o'clock on the previous evening, and he had 
 remained there for fifteen consecutive hours; that is, till 
 eleven o'clock in the morning. He had lost rather heavily, 
 but he did not know exactly how much, for besides three 
 thousand roubles of his own, he had had in his possession 
 fifteen thousand belonging to the army-chest, which had 
 got mixed with his private cash. He was really afraid to 
 cast up his accounts, for fear it should turn out that there 
 was a deficiency in the public money. 
 
 It was nearly noon when he fell into a deep, dreamless 
 
16 
 
 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 sleep,, such a sleep as a very young man can enjoy, even 
 after a heavy loss. He awoke again at about six o^clock in 
 the evening, just as Count Tourbine was arriving at the 
 hotel. As his eyes fell upon the cards lying on the floor, 
 and upon the stained tables in the middle of the room, he 
 recollected with alarm the play of the previous evening, 
 and that last knave, which had cost him five hundred 
 roubles. Unwilling to believe in the reality of it all, he 
 drew his money from under his pillow and began to count 
 it. 
 
 He recognized several of the crumpled notes which had 
 passed from hand to hand, and recollected all the vagaries 
 of the play. The whole of his own three thousand roubles 
 were gone, as well as two thousand five hundred of the 
 amount belonging to the army-chest. 
 
 The lancer had been playing for four nights in succes- 
 sion. He had come from Moscow, where he had received 
 the army funds. The posting-master had detained him for 
 
 a day at K , upon the pretext that there were no 
 
 horses, but in reality through connivance with the landlord 
 of the hotel, who was anxious to retain, for at least one 
 day, all the travelers passing through the town. The 
 lancer, who was quite a young man, was extremely fond 
 of pleasure. His parents had just given him three thou- 
 sand roubles to defray the expenses of his outfit, and he 
 
 was by no means unwilling to spend a few days at K , 
 
 expecting to find plenty of amusement there. He knew a 
 family of pomestchiks in the neighborhood, and he was 
 preparing to go and visit them and pay his court to the 
 daughter of the house, when his neighbor, the ex-sub-lieu* 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 17 
 
 tenant, entered the room and introduced himself. Later 
 on during the same evening, and without the least inter- 
 ested motive, Zavalchevsky had made Iliine acquainted 
 with Loukhnoff and his other gambling friends who had 
 assembled together in the public room of the hotel. From 
 that first evening the lancer took to play, pud not only left 
 his visit to his friend the pomestchik unpaid, but he never 
 even thought of asking the posting-master for horses; he 
 remained in his room for four whole days together. 
 
 Having counted his money and ascertained that no less 
 than two thousand five hundred roubles of the army money 
 were missing, Iliine dressed himself, drank some tea, and 
 then went up to the window. He felt inclined to go out 
 for a little while, and try to divert his mind from dwelling 
 upon the previous evening's play. Accordingly, he put on 
 his cloak and went down into the street. The sun had 
 already sunk behind the white-walled, red-roofed houses, 
 and it was growing dusk. The air was warm, and the 
 melting snow fell in great flakes on to the muddy road. 
 
 Iliine suddenly felt a thrill of sadness as he reflected that 
 he had slept through the whole of the day, which was now 
 waning. “ This day, which is already nearly past, will 
 never return," he thought. “ I have lost my youth!" he 
 added to himself, though he did not really believe that he 
 had lost it. He was not even thinking so; the sentence 
 was spoken quite mechanically. 
 
 “ What shall I do?" he asked himself at last; “ borrow 
 the money from some one and go away?" 
 
 Just at this moment a lady passed along the opposite 
 sidewalk. “ She is a silly creature," Iliine thought to 
 
18 
 
 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 himself, though he could not have said why. u But from 
 whom can I borrow?” he added. “ Ah! I have lost my 
 youth. ” 
 
 He then walked up to a row of shops. A tradesman, 
 wearing a fox-skin cloak, was standing in front of one of 
 them, inviting customers to purchase his wares. 
 
 44 If I had played that eight,” thought Iliine, 44 I should 
 have won. ” 
 
 A poor old woman was following him, whimpering. 
 
 44 There is no one from whom I can borrow,” he re- 
 flected. 
 
 A man, wearing a bear-skin cloak, now went past him,, 
 and he noticed a policeman on duty. 
 
 44 What can I do?” he still soliloquized. 44 What can I 
 think of? What excuse can I make for not paying them? 
 Shall I blow their brains out? No; that would be un- 
 pleasant. Ah, I have lost my youth! What lovely har- 
 ness that is hung up there! I wish I were driving along; 
 in a troika. Well, well, I must get back again. Loukh- 
 noff will be coming presently, and then we shall play.” 
 
 He returned to his room and counted his money over 
 again. But no, he had not made any mistake. He was: 
 two thousand five hundred roubles short. 
 
 44 1 will put down twenty-five roubles as my first stake.- 
 I will double the amount for the second round; and I will 
 go on doubling till I have won three thousand roublesr 
 Then I will buy some harness and set off. Ah, if only 
 fortune would befriend me! I have lost my youth!” 
 
 Such were the thoughts of the young lancer when Loukh- 
 noff came into liis room. 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 19 
 
 “ Have you been long awake, Mikhail Vassilivitch?” 
 asked the visitor, as he slowly removed from his bony nose 
 a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles and carefully wiped them 
 with a red silk handkerchief. % 
 
 “ No, only a little time. I slept very soundly?” 
 
 “ There's a hussar just arrived. He has taken up his 
 quarters with Zavalchevsky. Have you heard anything of 
 him?” 
 
 “ No. But where are the others?” 
 
 “ Oh, they've gone to see Priakhine. They'll be here 
 very soon.” 
 
 Almost immediately, indeed, there arrived an officer of 
 the garrison, who was always with Loukhnoff, a merchant 
 of Greek extraction, with a large hooked nose and deep-set 
 black eyes, a sleek, plump pomestchik, and a distiller, who 
 played whole nights for stakes of fifty copecks. They w T ere 
 all eager to begin playing at once, though the deeper 
 players affected to be thinking about very different things, 
 especially Loukhnoff, who began to relate some stories of 
 the scamps of Moscow. 
 
 “You must understand,” he said, “that at Moscow, 
 great town and capital though it be, men go out at night 
 with bludgeons, and disguise themselves as devils to 
 frighten foolish folks and rob pedestrians. The police do 
 nothing to prevent it, which is certainly very strange.'' 
 
 The lancer listened attentively to his friend's story, but 
 as soon as it was finished, he rose up from his seat, and, 
 without any one observing what he was about, gave orders 
 for some cards to be brought. The stout pomestchik was 
 the first to find it out. 
 
20 
 
 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 “ Come, gentlemen, what is the use of wasting valuable 
 time?” said he. “ If we are going to play let us begin at 
 once.” 
 
 “ You carried off a nice little heap of half roubles yes- 
 terday,” # remarked the Greek, “ and that has put you in 
 good spirits.” 
 
 “ Yes, indeed, we had better begin,” said the officer be- 
 longing to the garrison. 
 
 Iliine glanced at Loukhnoff , who was still placidly relating 
 his stories about pickpockets disguised as claw-wearing 
 devils. “ Well, shall we begin?” asked the lancer. 
 
 “ Don*t you think it is rather early?” 
 
 “ Bah!” cried Iliine, blushing, without knowing why. 
 “ But bring me some dinner, waiter. I*ve had nothing to 
 eat yet, gentlemen. And bring some champagne and the 
 cards at the same time. ” 
 
 At this Count Tourbine and Zavalchevsky entered the 
 room. Tourbine and Iliine were attached to the same 
 division. They made friends with each other at once, and 
 clinked their glasses together as they tossed off their cham- 
 pagne. In five minutes* time they were on the most 
 familiar terms. The count seemed to take a strong liking 
 for Iliine, and he smiled continually as he looked at him, 
 joking at his youthfulness. “ What a magnificent lancer!** 
 he exclaimed, “ and what a splendid mustache!** 
 
 In point of fact there were only a few downy hairs upon 
 Iliine*s upper lip. . 
 
 “ You look as though you were getting ready to play,** 
 then said the count. “ Well, I hope you *11 win, Iliine.” 
 
 “Yes, we are going to play,** replied Louhknoff, tear- 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 21 
 
 ing the wrapper off a pack of cards. “ Won't you conde* 
 scend to join us, count?" 
 
 “ Not to-day, thank you; but I dare say I should have 
 beaten you all if I had. When I sit down no bank can 
 withstand me. But just at present I have no money. I 
 lost everything while we w T ere . stopping at Yolotchok. I 
 came across a sort of infantry man there. He wore a lot 
 of rings, and I've no doubt but what he was a swindler. 
 He cleaned me out altogether." 
 
 “ Did you stay a long time at Volotchok?" asked 
 Iliine. 
 
 “ Two-and-twenty hours. I shall not forget it in a 
 hurry. And the posting A master won't forget it either." 
 
 “ Why?" 
 
 “ Well, when I got there, the posting-master, a rascally 
 looking fellow, came out. ‘ No horses!' he said to me. 
 Now, I have an invariable rule. When there are no 
 horses, without taking off my shouba, I go straight into 
 the master's room, not into the waiting-room, but into the 
 master's own private room, and I throw all the doors and 
 windows wide open, as though I were suffocating. Well, I 
 did that upon this occasion. You recollect how cold it was 
 last month, twenty degrees Reaumur. The posting-mas- 
 ter began to make some unpleasant remarks to me, to 
 which I replied by a smart blow on his mouth. An old 
 woman, and some little girls and babas* then began to cry. 
 They caught up their pots and tried to escape into the vil- 
 lage. But I barred the way, and said, ‘ Give me some 
 
 * Peasant women. 
 
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 horses and I will drive off; if you don't, I shall not let any 
 one go out; you will all remain freezing here.' " 
 
 “ That was an admirable stratagem!" exclaimed the fat 
 pomestchik, laughing heartily. 
 
 “ Unfortunately I did not keep up a sufficiently vigilant 
 watch. I went out for a moment or two, and the posting- 
 master and all his babas managed to escape. Only the old 
 woman was left as a hostage, lying on the stove. She was 
 sneezing and praying the whole time. Then we began to 
 negotiate. The posting-master reappeared, and, keeping 
 at a safe distance, tried to persuade me to allow the old 
 woman to leave the room. Then I let my dog Blucher 
 loose. Posting-masters have great attractions for him. 
 However, in spite of all I could do, the scoundrel would 
 not give me any horses till the next morning. Presently 
 this sort of infantry man I just spoke of came up, and we 
 went together into another room, and began to play. By 
 the way, have you seen Blucher? Blucher! Blucher!" 
 
 Blucher now bounded up, and the players fondled him 
 with polite kindliness, though it was easy to see that their 
 minds were preoccupied with thoughts of the coming play. 
 
 “ Well, gentlemen, why don't you begin? Pray don't 
 let me hinder you," said Tourbine. “ I am a dreadful 
 gossip, I know. Ah! whatever people may say, play is a 
 delightful thing!" 
 
 III. 
 
 Loukhnoff drew a couple of candles toward him, took 
 a heavy and well-filled brown note-case from his pocket, 
 and then, with all the slow deliberation that would have 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 23 
 
 suited the performance of some religious ceremony, he laid 
 it upon the table, opened it, took out two notes of a hun- 
 dred roubles each, and placed them upon the cards. 
 
 “ The bank has two hundred roubles on hand, the same 
 as yesterday,” he said, fixing his spectacles across his nose, 
 and then he shuffled the cards. 
 
 “ All right,” remarked Iliine, without even looking, and 
 still continuing his conversation with Tourbine. 
 
 They began to play. Loukhnoff dealt the cards with 
 mechanical regularity, occasionally stopping to leisurely 
 mark a point, or to glance severely over his spectacles as 
 he bade the others proceed with the game. 
 
 The stout pomestchik was the noisiest of the party. He 
 kept on making remarks upon the game in a loud voice, 
 and constantly wetted the ends of his plump fingers to get 
 a firmer hold of his cards. The officer of the garrison, on 
 his side, marked down his points in a neat manner, and 
 laid his memorandum down on the table. The Greek was 
 sitting beside the banker, keenly watching the game with 
 his deep-set black eyes, as though he were waiting for 
 something to happen. Suddenly Zavalchevsky, who was 
 standing near the table, made a gesture, and then drew a 
 red note* out of the pocket of his trousers. He covered it 
 with a card, and, bringing his hand down smartly upon the 
 table and keeping it there, he exclaimed — “ Oh, seven! do 
 let me win!” Then he chewed his mustache and pawed 
 the floor with his feet, flushing and fidgeting about while 
 the cards were being played. 
 
 * A red note is worth ten roubles. 
 
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 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 Hiine was eating some veal and gherkins which had been 
 placed near him on a hair-seated couch, and he played his 
 cards one after the other, after hurriedly wiping his fingers 
 on his coat. 
 
 Tourbine, who had at first seated himself on the couch, 
 seemed to be troubled by some doubts. Loukhnoff neither 
 looked at the lancer nor spoke to him, though occasionally 
 his spectacles were directed toward his hands. The 
 lancer’s cards were proving bad ones. 
 
 “ If I could only beat that poor little card!” exclaimed 
 Loukhnoff, referring to the one held by the stout pomest- 
 chik, who was playing for stakes of fifty copecks. 
 
 “ You’d better beat Hiine’s! What good would it do 
 you to beat mine?” 
 
 Iliine’s cards seemed to lose oftener than those of any 
 one else. His nervous fingers tore the last one that had 
 lost, and he took a fresh one. Tourbine now rose from the 
 couch and asked the Greek t9 allow him to sit next to the 
 banker. The Greek willingly changed places, and the 
 count, taking his seat, began to watch Loukhnoff ’s hands 
 keenly. 
 
 “ Iliine,” he said, suddenly, in a quiet voice, which, 
 however, in spite of its softness, could be heard above the 
 sound of the conversation, “ why are you keeping back 
 the — ? You don’t know how to play.” 
 
 “It doesn’t matter how one plays; it all comes to the 
 same thing.” 
 
 “You will certainly lose if you play like that. Give me 
 your cards, and let me play them for you. ” 
 
 “ No, thank you. Excuse me, please, but I had rather 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
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 play them myself. Take a hand of your own if you would 
 like to play.” 
 
 “ No, I've already said that I wouldn't play; still I am 
 quite willing to play your hand. It vexes me to see you 
 losing in this way.” 
 
 “ Oh, it's nothing but my bad luck.” 
 
 The count said nothing more, but, leaning on his elbows, 
 he again began to watch the banker's hands. 
 
 “ That's not right!” he suddenly exclaimed, in a loud, 
 sharp voice, and then he repeated the remark more de- 
 liberately. 
 
 Loukhnoff turned and looked at him. 
 
 ^That's not right!" again repeated the count, raising 
 his voice, and looking keenly at the banker. 
 
 However, the play went on. 
 
 “ That is not right,” once more repeated the count, as 
 Loukhnoff covered a strong card of Hiine's. 
 
 “What is it that displeases you, count?” asked the 
 banker, in a politely indifferent tone. 
 
 The count made an objection to a point in Loukhnoff 's 
 play, but the latter merely shrugged his shoulders, and the 
 game went on. 
 
 “ Blucher!” called the count, getting up and whistling. 
 “ Bite him!” he added, sharply. 
 
 Blucher almost overturned the officer of the garrison as 
 he jostled against him. He sprung at a bound to his 
 master, growled and whisked his tail, and looked around 
 him. He seemed to be asking who was misbehaving him- 
 self. Meanwhile Loukhnoff laid down his cards and 
 pushed his chair back. 
 
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 “ We can't go on playing in this way/' he said. “ I 
 detest dogs. How is it possible to play if people bring a 
 pack of hounds into the room?" 
 
 “ Especially hounds of this kind/' continued the officer 
 of the garrison. “ This is what is called a blood-hound, I 
 believe. " 
 
 “ Well, Mikhail Vassilivitch, are we to play or are we 
 not?" asked Loukhnoff of the master of the room. 
 
 “ Pray don't disturb us, count," said the young lancer 
 to Tourbine. 
 
 “ Come here for a moment," replied Tourbine, taking 
 Iliine by the arm, and leading him to the other side of the 
 screen. 
 
 All that was said by the count, who spoke in his ordinary 
 voice, could be distinctly heard at the card-table; indeed, 
 the hussar's ordinary voice was so loud that it could have 
 been heard through three partitions. 
 
 “ Are you mad?" he asked. “ Can't you see that that 
 gentleman with the spectacles is a sharper of the worst 
 kind?" 
 
 “ But—" 
 
 “ There are no ‘ buts ' about it. Give over playing, I 
 tell you. Of course it makes no difference to me person- 
 ally. At another time I might have emptied your pockets 
 myself. I don't know how it is, but I felt quite sorry for 
 you as I saw you losing like that. Perhaps you have lost 
 some army cash?" 
 
 “ No. What makes you think that?" 
 
 “ My good fellow, I have traveled the same path myself. 
 I know all the tricks of the professional gamblers; and I 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 27 
 
 assure you that the gentleman with the spectacles is a 
 member of the fraternity. Give over playing, I beg of 
 you. I beg of you as a comrade. ” 
 
 “ Well, ju§t let me have one more round, and then I 
 
 will stop.” 
 
 “ Ah! yes, I dare say. I know what 4 one more round ' 
 means. Well, we shall see.” 
 
 They returned to the table, and Iliine staked such a 
 large sum on a single card that he lost very heavily. 
 
 “ There now, that will do; let us be off!” exclaimed 
 Tourbine, laying his hand on the table. 
 
 “ No, no; I can't now,” said Iliine with vexation, shuf- 
 fling the cards and keeping his eyes averted from Tour- 
 bine. 
 
 “ Very well, then, please yourself, and go on with the 
 certainty of losing. I shall retire, at any rate. Zaval- 
 chevsky,” added the count, and addressing the ex-sub-lieu- 
 tenant, “ let us go to the predvoditel's. ” 
 
 The two men then left the room. All the others main- 
 tained silence, and Loukhnoff did not commence playing 
 again till the sound of Tourbine's retreating footsteps and 
 of Bliicher's paws had died away in the corridor. 
 
 “ What a strange fellow!” exclaimed the pomestchik, 
 with a laugh. 
 
 “ Well, he won't trouble us anymore now,” said the 
 officer of the garrison, in a low quick tone. 
 
 Then they began to play again. 
 
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 28 
 
 IV. 
 
 The musicians engaged by the predvoditel had taken up 
 their position behind an improvised refreshment counter. 
 They turned up the cuffs of their sleeves, and, at a sign 
 from their conductor, began to play an old-fashioned 
 polonaise. Then, in the soft subdued light of the wax- 
 candles, and to the harmonious accompaniment of the 
 music, there glided over the floor of the great drawing- 
 room a governor-general, dating from the time of the Em- 
 press Catherine, wearing a star on his breast, and circling 
 with his arm the waist of the predvoditel 's scranny wife. 
 Next came the predvoditel himself with the governor's 
 wife as his partner, and all the other officials of the govern- 
 ment and their ladies in different combinations. They had 
 only just begun the dance when Zavalchevsky, tightly but- 
 toned up in a blue dress-coat with a large collar, and with 
 the top of his sleeves plaited almost into a semblance of 
 epaulets; wearing, moreover, shoes and stockings of the 
 daintiest fashion, and shedding around him the odor of the 
 jasmine, with which his mustache, his handkerchief, and 
 the lining of his coat were saturated, entered the room ac- 
 companied by the handsome hussar, who was wearing a 
 pair of tight-fitfing blue pantaloons, and a crimson dolman 
 embroidered with gold, from which hung the cross of 
 Wladimir and the medal of 1812. 
 
 The count was of mfddle height, and had an admirable 
 figure. Moreover, his large gleaming light-blue eyes, and 
 his hair, which was rather dark than fair, and which curled 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 29 
 
 in thick ringlets about his head, lent him a comeliness of a 
 remarkable character. His arrival had been expected, for 
 the handsome young man whom he had seen at the hotel 
 had spoken of him to the predvoditel. 
 
 “ This fine stripling will probably sneer at us all,” 
 thought the elder ladies and the men; while through the 
 minds of the younger wives and the unmarried girls there 
 flitted vague thoughts that he might perchance forcibly 
 carry them off with him. 
 
 As soon as the polonaise was over, and the customary 
 courtesies had been exchanged between the different 
 couples, the ladies clustered together, and the men did 
 likewise. Then Zavalchevsky, brimming over with pride 
 and happiness, made his way up to the mistress of the 
 house. The latter, feeling an inward fear least the hussar 
 should do anything unseemly before all the company, 
 turned round and said, with an air of condescension: “ I 
 am very glad to see you. I hope that you will dance.” 
 Then she cast a glance at the count which seemed to say: 
 
 “ If you insult any lady here you will be showing that you 
 are nothing but a blackguard.” 
 
 The count, however, quickly overcame his hostess's 
 prejudices against him by a display of charming amiability; 
 such was the effect of his courteous attentions and the . 
 smiling, graceful expression of his handsome face, that, 
 five minutes later, the countenance of the predvoditel's 
 wife seemed to be saying: “ I know how to manage these 
 gentlemen. This hussar at once saw what sort of a person 
 I was, and now youTl find that he will be as nice as possi- 
 ble with me all the evening. ” 
 
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 TWO GENERATlOtfS, 
 
 The governor, who knew the young man’s father, now 
 came up to him, and, with a kindly air, led him apart and 
 began to chat with him. This still further reassured the 
 guests, and raised the count in their esteem. 
 
 Then Zavalchevsky introduced him to his sister, a plump 
 young widow, who had been gazing at the count with her 
 big black eyes ever since his arrival. Tourbine asked the 
 young widow to be his partner in the waltz which the mu- 
 sicians were just commencing; and then, by his skillful 
 dancing, he completely destroyed the last vestige of the 
 prejudices which the guests had entertained against him. 
 
 “ Doesn’t he dance beautifully?” exclaimed the pomest- 
 chik’s stout wife, as she watched the rhythmic motion of 
 the hussar’s legs, and mentally counted the time — 66 One, 
 two, three; one, two three. Oh, he’s a perfect artist!” 
 
 “ One would almost think that he was writing with his 
 legs,” said one of the lady guests, who was temporarily 
 
 staying in K , and who was considered a woman of bad 
 
 tone by the local society. “ I wonder how he manages to 
 keep his spurs from catching any one. It’s quite wonder- 
 ful; he is really very skillful.” 
 
 The count quite eclipsed the three best dancers present. 
 There was a foolish-looking, fair young aid-de-camp who 
 distinguished himself by the rapidity of his movements 
 and by the manner in which he held his partner tightly 
 clasped to him; there was a cavalier, who was celebrated 
 for his graceful swaying motion while waltzing, and for the 
 frequent gentle taps which he gave with his heels upon the 
 floor; and there was also a civilian, of whom it was usually 
 said that, although he possessed but feeble intelligence, he 
 
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 was an admirable dancer,, and the life and soul of all the 
 balls. This civilian, indeed, from the very beginning of a 
 ball until its close, made a point of asking every lady in 
 turn to be his partner, taking them one after another in 
 due order of rotation, and never ceasing to dance, except, 
 perhaps, just for a moment to allow himself to wipe his 
 fatigued but radiant face with his cambric handkerchief. 
 The count, however, eclipsed them all. He danced with 
 the three most notable ladies; one of whom was tall, rich, 
 beautiful, and foolish; another being of medium height, 
 thin, and, although not overpretty, extremely well-dressed; 
 while the third was short and plain, but very intelligent. 
 He danced also with various other ladies; in fact, with 
 every pretty one, of whom there were several present. 
 
 It was the young widow, however, who seemed to please 
 Tourbine most. They danced a quadrille, a schottische 
 and a mazurka together. During the quadrille the count 
 lavished many high-flown compliments upon his partner, 
 comparing her with Venus and Diana, with a rose, and 
 then with some other flower. Zavalchevsky^s sister merely 
 bent her white supple neck in response to all these compli- 
 ments, and looked down on her white muslin dress, as she 
 kept transferring her fan from one hand to the other. 
 When at last she said, “ Please give over, count; you are 
 only making fun of me,” her slightly guttural voice seemed 
 to tell of a bright frankness, the utter unsophistication of 
 which was almost amusing. Indeed, her air of innocence 
 inclined one to think that she was not really a woman, but 
 a flower; not a rose, however, but rather some exuberant, 
 pink, odorless wild blossom, which could only have bloomed 
 
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 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 on some little hillock clad with virgin snow in a far-away 
 land. 
 
 This bright artlessness, coupled with the young widow^s 
 fresh beauty, produced such an effect upon the count that 
 several times during their conversation, while he silently 
 gazed at his own image in her eyes, or while his glance 
 rested on the lovely curves of her arms and neck, he felt a 
 strong impulse to take her in his arms and kiss her all 
 over. Indeed, he was obliged to make a great effort in 
 order to restrain himself from satisfying his longing de- 
 sires. The young woman noticed with pleasure the favor- 
 able impression which she was making upon him, but some- 
 thing in his demeanor at last began to disturb and frighten 
 her. Still, the young hussar, whatever his thoughts may 
 have been, had acted throughout in a pleasant and amiable 
 manner, and had never for one moment exceeded the limits 
 of respectful courtesy, which he carried indeed almost to 
 exaggeration. 
 
 He ran to get her some almond-water, and eagerly 
 picked up her handkerchief; and, in his haste to provide 
 her with a seat, he seized a chair out of the hands of a 
 scrofulous young pomestchik who was fluttering about her. 
 Noticing, however, that the commonplace pleasantries 
 which were in vogue at that time had but little effect upon 
 the lady, he tried to enliven her by telling her several 
 amusing stories. He told her, too, that, if she ordered him 
 to do so, he would immediately stand on his head with his 
 feet in the air, or else imitate a cock*s crow, or break a 
 pane of glass and jump out of the window through the 
 hole. This chatter seemed to accomplish his purpose, for 
 
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 33 
 
 the young widow grew very merry. She laughed hilarious- 
 ly, displaying her gleaming white teeth, and she now 
 seemed to be quite pleased and satisfied with her cavalier. 
 As for the count, he grew more and more enchanted with 
 the young woman, and at length, at the end of one qua- 
 drille, he was altogether in love with her. 
 
 After that quadrille, when the young woman saw a faith- 
 ful eighteen-year-old admirer, the son of a very rich pom- 
 estchik, that same scrofulous youth from whose hands 
 Tourbine had snatched the chair, approaching her, she re- 
 ceived him very coldly; and it was noticed that she did not 
 manifest one tenth of the nervous confusion that she had 
 shown while she was with the count. 
 
 “You're a polite young man!" she exclaimed to the 
 youthful pomestchik, keeping Tourbine's back however 
 well in view, and mentally calculating how many yards of 
 gold lace must have been used in the embroidering of his 
 dolman. “You're a polite young man! You promised 
 to come and take me for a walk, and bring me some sweet- 
 meats. " 
 
 “ And I did come, Anna Feodorovna; but you were not 
 at home. I left you some of the best sweetmeats I could 
 get," replied the young man, in a weak voice which seemed 
 quite out of proportion with his tall stature. 
 
 “ Ah, you are always provided with an excuse; but I 
 don't want your sweets, and I trust that you won't 
 think—" 
 
 “ I can see very well, Anna Feodorovna, that you have 
 
 changed in your feelings toward me," said the young man. 
 
 “ It is really very unkind — " he continued, but he did not 
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 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 finish what he was going to say, being prevented by deep 
 mental agitation, which revealed itself in the violent and 
 unwonted trembling of his lips. 
 
 Anna Feodorovna was not even listening to him; she was 
 still watching Tourbine. 
 
 The master of the house, a toothless old man, ma jestic- 
 ally stout, had now come up to the count, and, taking him 
 by the hand had led him toward his own room, where he 
 told him he might smoke and drink if he wished to do so. 
 As soon as Tourbine had retired, Anna Feodorovna felt 
 that there was no longer any motive for her to remain in 
 the ball-room, and so she took the arm of an elderly and 
 withered spinster friend and dragged her away into a 
 boudoir. 
 
 “ Well, do you like him?” asked the elderly virgin. 
 
 “ Moderately; only he is so dreadfully forward,” replied 
 Anna Feodorovna, going up to the mirror and looking at 
 her reflection. 
 
 Her face lighted up, her eyes broke out into a smile, and 
 she blushed slightly; then, suddenly, after the manner of 
 the ballet-dancers, whom she had seen at the performances 
 specially got up for the elections, she rapidly wheeled round 
 on one foot, and, with a slightly guttural though charm- 
 ing laugh, sprung up into the air, bending her knees as 
 she did so. 
 
 “ Oh, he is such a man! He asked me for a souvenir,” 
 she said. “ But he sha’nT have one!” she added in a 
 singing voice, raising one of the fingers of her gloved hand 
 up to her elbow. 
 
 In the room into which the predvoditel had taken Tour- 
 
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 35 
 
 bine there was an array of bottles containing various sorts 
 of vodka and liqueurs. There were also various cold 
 meats and some champagne; and amid a cloud of smoke 
 several noblemen were seated there, all of them discussing 
 the elections. 
 
 “ When the whole of the nobility of another district has 
 honored him by electing him as their ftfpresentative,” so 
 the newly elected ispravnik, who was already moderately 
 tipsy was saying, “ he ought not to fail in his duty to so- 
 ciety generally. He ought never to have — ” 
 
 However, the entrance of the count interrupted the con- 
 versation, and the young man was introduced to the com- 
 pany. The ispravnik took Tourbine's hands within his 
 own, and pressed him repeatedly and at great length to 
 come with him after the ball to a newly established saloon, 
 where he meant to regale the whole company while they 
 heard the gypsy performers sing. The count promised that 
 he would go, and he also drank several glasses of cham- 
 pagne with the ispravnik. 
 
 “But why arenT you dancing, gentlemen?” he asked, 
 before leaving the predvoditeTs sanctum to return to the 
 
 ball-room. 
 
 “ Oh, we are not dancing men,” replied the ispravnik, 
 with a laugh. “We prefer drinking wine, count. Be- 
 sides, Fve seen all these young ladies grow up. Still, I do 
 sometimes take a few turns in a schottische, count. I can 
 manage that. ” 
 
 “ Then come along!” said the hussar. “ Let us have a 
 little iun before we go to hear the gypsies.” 
 
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 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 “ All right. Come along, gentlemen, and let us have a 
 little fun.” 
 
 Three gentlemen with roseate complexions, who had been 
 busy drinking since the beginning of the ball, now drew on 
 their gloves, some of which were of black kid while others 
 were of silk, and they were about to enter the ball-room 
 with the count when they were stopped by the scrofulous 
 young man, who, with a pallid face and scarcely able to re- 
 strain his tears, stepped up to Tourbine. 
 
 “ Perhaps you imagine, count,” he said, almost choking 
 for breath, “ that you have a right to hustle people at a 
 ball as though you were at a fair. It is not very gentle- 
 manly — ” he added, but at that point his lips trembled so 
 violently that he could not proceed any further. 
 
 “ What are you saying?” cried the count, sobered at 
 once. “ What are you saying, you striping?” he cried, 
 seizing hold of the young man’s arm, and squeezing it so 
 tightly that the youth’s blood rushed to his face, not from 
 anger, but from sheer fright. “ Do you want a duel? If 
 so, I am quite at your service.” 
 
 Tourbine had scarcely released the arm which he had 
 gripped so roughly before two of the gentlemen present 
 took hold of the scrofulous youth under the armpits and 
 dragged him off toward a door at the back of the house. 
 
 “ Are you mad, or are you drunk? We shall go and 
 speak to your father; it is of no use whatever talking to 
 you,” they said to him. 
 
 “No, I am not drunk. He goes hustling along, and 
 never thinks of apologizing. He is a pig, that’s what he 
 
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 is!” jerked out the young man, while his eyes brimmed 
 over with tears. 
 
 His captors, however, would not listen to him, but took 
 him home. 
 
 “ Don’t take any notice of him, count,” in the mean- 
 while said the ispravnik and Zavalcnevsky. “ He is only a 
 child, and he shall have a whipping if necessary. He’s 
 only sixteen years old.” 
 
 “ But what possessed him? I can’t understand it at all. 
 What bee has stung him? His father is such an excellent 
 man. He is our candidate,” added another gentleman. 
 
 Then the count went back to the ball-room, and danced, 
 another schottische with the pretty widow. He laughed 
 merrily as he watched the steps of the gentlemen who had 
 left the little room at the same time as himself, and he 
 gave still louder expression to his amusement when the 
 ispravnik slipped and fell down full length in the midst of 
 all the dancers. 
 
 V. 
 
 While the count was in the predvoditel’s sanctum, 
 Anna Feodorovna went up to her brother, the ex-sub-lieu- 
 tenant; and although she had a vague consciousness that 
 she ought not to evince any particular interest in a young 
 man, she could not refrain from making some inquiries 
 about her new friend. 
 
 “ Who is that hussar who has been dancing with me?” 
 she asked her brother. 
 
 Zavalchevsky, to the best of his ability, thereupon ex- 
 
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 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 plained what an important personage the hussar was; and 
 he further stated that the count was stopping at K be- 
 
 cause he had been robbed of his money while he was trav- 
 eling, and that he, Zavalchevsky, had lent him a hundred 
 roubles, though that amount was unfortunately insufficient 
 for his needs. Then he asked his sister if she could not 
 supply another two hundred roubles, cautioning her, at the 
 same time, to say nothing about the matter, especially to 
 the count. 
 
 Anna Feodorovna promised to supply the required sum 
 that very evening, and to keep complete silence about it. 
 However, during the schottische, she felt an almost irre- 
 sistible inclination to offer the count as much money ^s he 
 wanted. For a long time she reflected as to how she might 
 best approach the subject, and at length she made an 
 effort, and said, with a blush: 
 
 “My brother has told me, count, that you have had a 
 misfortune on your journey, and that you find yourself 
 without any money. If you are in need of any, will you 
 let me be y6ur creditor? I should feel greatly flattered if 
 you would. " 
 
 As she spoke, the young woman began to feel frightened, 
 and turned quite red. The count's face had lost all its 
 brightness. 
 
 “Your brother is an idiot!" he said in his trenchant 
 tones. “ As you must know, when one man insults an- 
 other they fight. But when a woman insults a man, can 
 you tell me what he ought to do?" 
 
 Poor Anna Feodorovna blushed up to her eyes. She 
 looked down at the ground, and remained silent. 
 
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 39 
 
 “ In the case of a young woman, the man kisses her pub- 
 licly/* softly resumed the count, bending toward the young 
 widow's ear. “ Well, allow me at least to kiss your little 
 hand/* he continued, after a moment's silence, taking pity 
 on Anna Feodorovna's embarrassment. 
 
 “ Well, but not here,** whispered the young widow, with 
 an effort. 
 
 “ But where, then? I go away at dawn to-morrow, and 
 you owe me that kiss, you know.** 
 
 “ And that's a reason why it can not be," replied Anna 
 Feodoroyna, with a smile. 
 
 “ Well, only permit me to look for an opportunity this 
 evening, and I will undertake to find it." 
 
 “ But how?" 
 
 “ Ah, that does not concern you. I should find any- 
 thing possible if it enabled me to see you. It is under- 
 stood, then?" 
 
 “ Very well." 
 
 When the schottische was finished they danced a mazurka 
 together, during which the count displayed such marvelous 
 skill in snatching up handkerchiefs as he flew along, and 
 in supporting himself on one knee while he struck his spurs 
 a la varsovienne , that the old men crowded round to look 
 at him, and the best dancers in the room confessed them- 
 selves surpassed. 
 
 Then they* all sat down to supper, after which the gross - 
 vater was danced, and finally the company gradually began 
 to disperse. . 
 
 The count had never taken his eyes off the young widow» 
 He had been quite sincere when he had offered to throw 
 
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 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 himself out of the window for her sake. Was it a mere 
 whim of his? Was it really love,, or only a caprice? When 
 he saw her saying good-bye to her hostess, he hurried out 
 without his shouba, and made his way to the spot where 
 the carriages were drawn up. 
 
 “ Anna Feodorovna Zaitsova's carriage!” he cried, 
 whereupon a large four-seated coach, lighted with lamps, 
 began to approach the steps. 
 
 “ Stop!” then cried the count, running up to the car- 
 riage, quite regardless of the snow, through which he was 
 plunging up to his knees. 
 
 “ What's the matter?” asked the coachman. 
 
 “ I must get into the carriage!” replied the count, 
 opening the door and trying to get inside: “Stop, I tell 
 you, you idiot of a driver!” 
 
 “Well, let us stop, Vaska,”* exclaimed the coachman 
 to the footman, and then he checked his horses. “ But 
 why do you want to get into this carriage, which isn't 
 yours?” he continued, addressing the count. “It is Anna 
 Feodorovna's, and not your lordship's.” 
 
 “ Hold your tongue, stupid! Here's a rouble for you. 
 Come down and shut the door.” 
 
 As the coachman, however, remained in his place, Tour- 
 bine let down the window and fastened the door. 
 
 The inside of the coach, like that of most old coaches, 
 especially those ornamented with yellow lace- work, exhaled 
 an unpleasant odor of burned hair. The count's legs, 
 soaked to the knees with the melted snow, were freezing in 
 
 * A diminutive of Vassili. 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 41 
 
 his high boots and tight trousers, and indeed his whole 
 body was numbed with cold. The coachman, too, was 
 grumbling on the box, but the count heard nothing and 
 felt nothing. At last he hastily seized hold of the yellow 
 window-strap and popped his head out of the vehicle. He 
 had not long to wait. 
 
 “Mrs. Zaitsova^s carriage!” called a voice from the 
 steps. 
 
 The coachman caught up his reins, the body of the car- 
 riage jolted on its high springs, and the illuminated win- 
 dows of the house flitted one by one past Tourbine. 
 
 “ Now listen to me, fellow,” said the count to the coach- 
 man, putting his head through the front window, “ if you 
 tell the footmen of the house that I am here I will give 
 you a hiding. But if you hold your tongue you shall have 
 ten roubles.” 
 
 He had scarcely time to close the window again before 
 the carriage gave a heavy jolt and then stopped. 
 
 The door was now opened, and the steps were lowered. 
 There was the rustling of a womans dress, and then an 
 odor of jasmine penetrated the unpleasant atmosphere of 
 the coach. Nimble little feet mounted the steps, and 
 Anna Feodorovna’s loose fur cloak brushed against the 
 count as the young widow sunk down silent and panting 
 by his side. 
 
 Had she seen him? No one could tell that; not even 
 Anna Feodorovna herself. But when he took her hand 
 and said, “I will kiss your little hand, at any rate,” she 
 did not seem much alarmed. She made no reply, but sur- 
 
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 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 rendered her hand to the count, who covered it with kisses. 
 Meanwhile the carriage rolled on. 
 
 VL 
 
 The newly elected ispravnik with his company of friends 
 had been drinking in the new saloon and listening to the 
 singing of the gypsies for a considerable time when the 
 count, wearing a blue cloak which had belonged to Anna 
 Feodorovna^s late husband, eventually joined the party. 
 
 “Ah, my little father, is that your excellency? We 
 have been expecting you for a long time!” explained a 
 dark and suspicious-looking fellow in the lobby, exposing 
 his gleaming teeth as he spoke. Then he assisted the 
 count to take off his shouba. 
 
 “We haven^t seen you since we were at Lebediane,” he 
 continued. “ Stiochka has been dreadfully mopish.” 
 
 Stiochka, a young gypsy girl with a slight, lissom fig- 
 ure, an olive complexion, cheeks brightly tinged with red, 
 and lustrous black eyes gleaming beneath long lashes, now 
 ran up to meet the count. 
 
 “ Ah, my dear, dear count! what happiness to see you!” 
 she exclaimed, with a joyous laugh. 
 
 Even Hiusha, the leader of the gypsies, ran forward and 
 affected an appearance of delight. Then the old women, 
 the babas, and the girls sprung up from their seats and 
 surrounded the new-comer. Tourbine kissed all the young 
 gypsy girls on the lips, while the old women and the men 
 kissed his shoulder and his hand. The noblemen present 
 expressed great pleasure at seeing him, specially as the per- 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 43 
 
 formance, after reaching its climax, was now losing all in- 
 terest. A feeling of lassitude was following upon the ex- 
 citement which had been felt earlier in the evening. Wine 
 had lost its stimulating influence upon the guests’ nerves, 
 and it now only increased the heaviness of their stomachs. 
 They had all thrown away their cigars, and were rapidly 
 getting bored. All the songs had been sung, leaving a 
 confused buzzing sound in the heads of the party — a sound 
 destitute of harmony and which seemed to them mere 
 noise. Nothing that was done now afforded them any 
 amusement. 
 
 The ispravnik, who was lying on the floor at the feet of 
 one old woman, was in an indescribably besotted condition. 
 
 “ Bring some more champagne!” he shouted, kicking 
 his legs about. “ Bring some more champagne! the count 
 has come! Bring some more champagne, I tell you! I 
 should like to plunge into a great bath of champagne! 
 Ah, my noble friends, I delight in the society of high-born 
 men. Stiochka, come and sing us 6 The Little Lane/ ” 
 
 The ex-sub-lieutenant, who also was there, was likewise 
 very merry, but he showed it in a different way. He was 
 sitting on a couch, close to a tall and pretty gypsy girl 
 called Lioubacha. The fumes of the wine he had imbibed 
 had obscured his sight, and he kept blinking his eyes and 
 rocking his head, and repeating the same words over and 
 over again, as he tried to persuade the girl to run away 
 with him somewhere or other. 
 
 Lioubacha listened to him smiling, as though she found 
 his remarks very amusing, still there was a touch of sad- 
 ness on her face. Every now and then she glanced at hei 
 
44 
 
 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 husband^ the doubtful-looking Sachka, who was standing 
 in front of her, leaning against a chair. As Zavalchevsky 
 told her of his loye for her, she bent toward his ear, and 
 asked him in a whisper to buy her some ribbons and scent 
 without letting any one know about it. But the ex-sub- 
 lieutenant's only reply was — “ Hurrah!" for at that mo- 
 ment he saw the count make his appearance. 
 
 Just then a handsome young man was sauntering up and 
 down with a thoughtful expression on his countenance, 
 every now and then fitfully hastening his steps, and hum- 
 ming some tunes from the “ Revolte au Serail." An old 
 paterfamiliars, who had been induced to come and hear the 
 gypsies by the pressing and repeated solicitations of his 
 noble friends, who had protested that they did not care to 
 go without him, and that the evening would be worth 
 nothing if he did not accompany them, was to be seen lying 
 on a couch. He had taken up his position there as soon as 
 he had arrived, and no one paid any further attention to 
 him. Among those present there was also a certain tchin- 
 ovnik who had taken off his coat, and who was very un- 
 ceremoniously leaning back in his seat, with his legs resting 
 on the table. He was passing his hands through his hair, 
 and his whole demeanor seemed to proclaim to the com- 
 pany that he was a man who knew what life was. 
 
 When the count made his appearance, this tchinovnik 
 unbuttoned his shirt collar, and pushed his legs still further 
 on to the table. The count's arrival had given a fresh 
 impetus to the evening's amusement. 
 
 The gypsies, who had dispersed in different directions, 
 now gathered together again in a ring. The count took 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 45 
 
 pretty Stiochka, the soloist, upon his knees, and ordered 
 some champagne. Iliusha then took up his guitar and 
 stood in front of Stiochka, and the singing commenced 
 again. Stiochka sung very well. Her full, powerful and 
 flexible soprano notes seemed to flow from her chest with 
 perfect ease. Her smile, her laughing, passionate eyes, 
 her little feet, which involuntarily beat time as she sung, 
 and her piercing scream at the commencement of each new 
 verse, all affected her audience profoundly. It was easy to 
 see that her whole being was poured forth in her singing. 
 
 Iliusha smiled, and moved his back and legs, indeed, 
 his whole body, to give expression to the words of the 
 song which he was accompanying on his guitar. His eyes 
 were as ardently fixed upon the vocalist as though he had 
 never seen her before. He beat time by nodding his head, 
 and at the last note of the song he sharply braced himself 
 up, and, with an air which seemed to proclaim that he 
 considered himself the superior of every one present, he 
 struck his guitar on his knee, and then, stamping his foot 
 on the ground, flung back his hair, and gazed frowningly 
 at the choir. His whole body, from his head to his heels, 
 quivered in every fiber. A score of energetic voices burst 
 forth and filled the room. The old women leaped on to 
 their chairs, shaking their handkerchiefs, showing their 
 teeth, and breaking out into a volley of cries. Meanwhile 
 the bassi, leaning their heads on their shoulders and puff- 
 ing out their throats, bellowed forth from behind the 
 chairs. 
 
 When Stiochka sung her high notes, Iliusha brought his 
 guitar closer to her, as though he were trying to assist her 
 
46 
 
 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 in getting the right pitch. The handsome young man 
 was transported with delight. “ Ah!” he cried, “ it is in 
 flats! it is in flats!” 
 
 While the 'pliasovaia* was being danced, and when the 
 gypsy Douniacha passed, with quivering bosom and shoul- 
 ders, in front of the count, the latter sprung up from his 
 seat, took off his tunic, and began to dance energetically in 
 his red shirt and blue trousers. He made such amazing 
 bounds into the air that the Zigani\ smiled their approba- 
 tion as they watched him. 
 
 The ispravnik in the meanwhile was squatting in 
 Turkish fashion, and kept striking his breast with his fist, 
 and crying, “ Hurrah!” By and by he seized the count 
 by the leg, and began to explain to him that he had only 
 got five hundred roubles left out of two thousand with 
 which he had provided himself, but that all the same he 
 was willing to do whatever the count wished. 
 
 The old paterfamilias now woke up, and wanted to go 
 away, but the others prevented him. The handsome young 
 man asked one of the gypsy girls to waltz with him; and 
 the ex-sub-lieutenant, wishing to advertise his intimacy 
 with the count, sprung up from his corner, and clasped 
 Tourbine in his arms. 
 
 “ Ah, my dear fellow,” he said, “ why did you leave 
 us?” 
 
 The count made no reply, and his mind was evidently 
 preoccupied. 
 
 * A Rusian national dance. 
 
 f The name by which the gypsies are known in Russia. 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 47 
 
 “ Where did you go? Ah, county you scamp, I know 
 where you went!” 
 
 This familiarity displeased Tourbine, who looked coldly 
 at Zavalchevsky, and replied to him with such a foul and 
 insulting remark that the poor fellow, overcome with vexa- 
 tion, did not know how to take it. He ended, however, by 
 thinking that it must have been meant only as a joke, and 
 he went back to his gypsy girl, whom he promised to 
 marry after the Easter feasts. 
 
 Another song was now sung, and then another. Danc- 
 ing was still going on, and every one seemed quite happy. 
 The supply of champagne was kept up, and the count 
 drank very freely. His eyes looked moist, but he kept his 
 balance perfectly, dancing correctly, talking in firm tones, 
 and even joining in with the chorus to Stiochka^s song. 
 
 In the middle of a dance the proprietor of the saloon 
 made his appearance, and asked his patrons to retire, as it 
 was past two o^clock in the morning. The count, how- 
 ever, grasped hold of him by the neck, and ordered him to 
 dance the pliasovaia with him. The landlord refused. 
 Then Tourbine seized a bottle of champagne, and, turning 
 the unhappy man upside down, with his head on the floor 
 
 and his feet in the air, he ordered the rest of the company 
 
 * 
 
 to hold him in that position while he himself, in the midst 
 of general laughter, slowly emptied the bottle of cham- 
 pagne over him. 
 
 Daylight was now beginning to break, and all the com- 
 pany, excepting the count, were looking pale and weary. 
 
 “ Well, I must make a start for Moscow,” now said 
 Tourbine, rising from his seat. “ Come along to the hotel 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 with me, all of you,” he continued, “ and we will have 
 some tea together.” 
 
 They all expressed their willingness to do so, except the 
 pomestchik, who was lying fast asleep on a couch. Then 
 they crowded themselves into the three sledges which were 
 waiting for them outside, and were taken off to the hotel. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Get the horses ready!” commanded the count, as he 
 entered the drawing-room of the hotel, followed by his 
 company of friends, which also included the zigani. 
 
 “ Sachka! My own man Sachka, I mean, not the gypsy 
 Sachka! Go and tell the posting-master that I will give 
 him a hiding if he doesn’t let me have good horses. Then 
 you must get us some tea. Zavalchevsky, just see about 
 the tea. I’m going up to Iliine’s room for a moment,” 
 continued Tourbine, walking off in the direction of the 
 lancer’s apartment; “ I want to find out what has become 
 of him.” 
 
 Iliine’s card-party had just separated, and the young 
 man had lost all his money, to the very last copeck. He 
 was lying on his back on a ragged horse-hair couch, the 
 hairs of which he kept pulling out. Then he chewed them 
 with his teeth, and finally tossed them away. On the 
 table, among the litter of cards, there were two candles, 
 one of which had burned down to the ring of paper which 
 served as a socket, and the flames of both were dimly 
 struggling against the light of the morning, which was 
 breaking in through the windows. 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 49 
 
 The young man’s mind was perfectly free from all anx- 
 iety. The thick fog of his passion for play had so com- 
 pletely clouded all his faculties that he did not even feel 
 any regret. For a moment or two he vaguely tried to 
 think of what he should do next, and how he should get 
 away, now that he no longer had a single copeck in his 
 pocket. He wondered, too, how he was going to refund 
 those fifteen thousand roubles which belonged to the army- 
 chest. What would his colonel say, and his mother, and 
 his comrades? At this sudden thought such a feeling of 
 terror and self -disgust overcame him that, in the hope of 
 casting it off, he rose up and began to walk about the 
 room, and tried to divert his thoughts by making a point 
 of walking only on the interstices in the flooring. Every 
 little detail of the play recurred to his mind. He had 
 fancied that he was goihg to win; he had taken up a nine, 
 and laid the king of spades upon two thousand roubles, 
 and then a queen and the king of diamonds were played on 
 his right, and an ace on his left, and all was lost. If only 
 a ten had been played on his right, and the king of dia- 
 monds on his left, he would have won his money back! 
 He would in that case have then made a certain stake, and 
 have contrived to win a clear fifteen thousand roubles. 
 Then he would have bought a splendid horse for his 
 colonel, and two others for himself, and a carriage, and — 
 ah! what else would he not have bought? It would have 
 been very delightful if matters had only resulted in that 
 way. After these reflections he threw himself down on the 
 couch once more, and again began to chew the horse-hairs. 
 
 “ Who’s that singing in No. 7, I wonder?” he thought. 
 
 V 
 
50 
 
 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 “ They’re haying some fun in Tourbine’s room, I suppose; 
 I think Fll go and have a drink of something with them!” 
 
 It was at this moment that the count entered the 
 lancer’s room. “ Well, my friend, you’ve lost everything, 
 I suppose!” exclaimed Tourbine. 
 
 “ I’ll pretend to be asleep,” thought Hiine, “ or else I 
 shall have to talk to him; and in reality I want to go to 
 sleep.” 
 
 Tourbine stepped up to him, however, and laid his hand 
 on his head, caressing it softly. 
 
 “ Ah, my friend, I know that you have lost everything! 
 Come, speak to me!” 
 
 Iliine made no reply. 
 
 Then the count pulled his slefeve. 
 
 “ Yes, I’ve lost. But what does it matter to you?” now 
 said Iliine, without moving, and in a tone which was at 
 once expressive of displeasure, sleepiness and indifference. 
 
 “ Everything?” 
 
 “ Yes, indeed. But you’re none the worse for it. What 
 does it matter to you?” 
 
 “ Listen to me, now, and tell the truth to me, as to a 
 friend,” rejoined the count, who, affected to tenderness by 
 the wine he had drunk, was still fondling the lancer’s 
 head. “ I assure you that I am fond of you. Tell me 
 the truth, now. If you have lost the money belonging to 
 the army-chest I will help you. It may be too late after- 
 ward. You have lost' the army money, haven’t you?” 
 
 Iliine sprung up sharply. “ If you want me to talk to 
 you, don’t speak about that subject, and don’t question 
 me,” he said. “ I beg of you not to question me. There’s 
 
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 51 
 
 nothing left for me to do but to blow my brains out!” add- 
 ed the young fellow in unfeigned despair. 
 
 Then he let his head fall upon his hands, and he burst 
 into tears, although only a minute before he had been 
 calmly thinking about horses. 
 
 “ What a foolish girl you are! Doesn't this sort of thing 
 happen to everybody?” rejoined Tourbine. “ It's nothing 
 so very terrible? I dare say we shall be able to put mat- 
 ters straight again. Wait here for me.” 
 
 Then the count left the room. 
 
 “ Which room does Loukhnoff, the pomestchik, occu- 
 py?'' he asked of one of the hotel waiters. 
 
 The waiter offered to go with him and show him the 
 apartment. 
 
 • In spite of the protestations of Louhknoff's valet, who 
 declared that his master had only just come back and was 
 undressing, the count insisted upon entering the room. 
 
 The pomestchik, in his dressing-gown, was sitting at a 
 table counting several packages t)f bank-notes which were 
 lying in front of him. 
 
 There was a bottle of Rhine wine on the table — a wine 
 of which Loukhnoff was particularly fond, and his taste 
 for which he allowed himself to gratify when he had won 
 at cards, Loukhnoff coldly glared at the count over his 
 spectacles, as though he did not know him. 
 
 “ You don't appear to recognize me,” said the hussar, 
 advancing to the table with a firm step. 
 
 Loukhnoff then affected to remember Tourbine. 
 “ What is it you want?” he asked. 
 
52 
 
 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 “ I want to play at cards with you / 5 replied Tourbine, 
 sitting down on the couch. 
 
 “ At this time of the morning?” 
 
 “Yes." 
 
 “ Some othet day, count, I shall have great pleasure in 
 playing with you, but just now I feel very tired, and I want 
 to go to sleep. Will you have a glass of wine? It is very 
 good.” 
 
 “ I wish to play now. ” 
 
 “ But I am not inclined to do so. I dare say that one of 
 the other gentlemen will be glad to engage in a game with 
 you, but for my own part, count, I must really beg to be 
 excused. ” 
 
 “ You won’t play, then?” 
 
 Loukhnoff shrugged his shoulders, as if to express his 
 regret at not being able to oblige the count. 
 
 “ You absolutely refuse to play, then?” repeated Tour- 
 bine. 
 
 Loukhnoff again shrugged his shoulders. 
 
 “ I beg of you to play with me. Will you?” 
 
 Loukhnoff remained perfectly silent. 
 
 “Will you play?” again asked Tourbine. “Take 
 care!” 
 
 Loukhnoff, however, still maintained silence. Casting a 
 quick glance over his spectacles, he saw that Tourbine’s 
 countenance was growing black and threatening. 
 
 “ Will you play?” now cried the hussar in a voice of 
 thunder; and as he spoke he struck the table so heavily 
 with his fist that the bottle of lihine wine leaped up and 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 53 
 
 fell over. “You were cheating a little while ago when 
 you played. For the last time, will you play?” 
 
 “ I have told you that I will not. This is very strange 
 behavior, count, and not at all that of a gentleman. The 
 idea of coming into a man’s room and assailing him like 
 this!” said Loukhnoff, without raising his eyes. 
 
 There was a short interval of silence, during which the 
 count’s face grew still sterner. Suddenly Loukhnoff re- 
 ceived a stunning blow on the head, and he fell reeling on 
 to the couch, clutching at his money as he fell, and break- 
 ing out into such a piercing shriek that one could scarcely 
 have believed that it proceeded from so tranquil and staid 
 a looking man. 
 
 Tourbine, however, gathered up the money which re- 
 mained on the table, hustled past the valet who had rushed 
 into the room to his master’s assistance, and then hurried 
 away. 
 
 “ If you wish for satisfaction, I am quite at your serv- 
 ice,” he said, as he went out of the door. “ I shall be in 
 room No. 7 for the next half hour. ” 
 
 “Scoundrel! Thief! I will have you prosecuted!” 
 cried Loukhnoff. 
 
 Iliine had paid no heed to the count’s promise, hut had 
 remained lying on the couch, weeping tears of despair. 
 The hussar’s sympathy and caresses had fully awakened 
 him to the real state of affairs, and the consciousness that 
 he was ruined now clearly dawned upon him through the 
 hazy confusion of mingled thoughts, reflections and recol- 
 lections which had clogged his mind. His youth, already 
 rich in memories, his honor, his social reputation, his 
 
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 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 dreams of love and friendship, all were blasted and ruined 
 forever. 
 
 The fount of his tears at last began to dry up. The 
 calmness of utter despair was gradually beginning to 
 possess him, and his mind began to dwell upon the thought 
 of suicide, which no longer inspired him with any thought 
 of terror or disgust. Just at that moment, however, he 
 heard the count’s firm step. Traces of recent anger were 
 still to be seen on Tourbine’s brow, and his hands were 
 still quivering,! though a light of kindliness and pleasure 
 gleamed in his eyes. 
 
 Here, take them! You have won your money back 
 again!” he cried, tossing the bundles of bank-notes on the 
 table. “ Count them, and see if you have got the right 
 amount, and then come as quickly as you can into the pub- 
 lic room, for I am off directly,” he added, affecting not to 
 notice the lancer’s extreme agitation— an agitation that 
 was horn of joy and gratitude. 
 
 Then the count left the room whistling a gypsy air. 
 
 vrti. 
 
 Sachka tightened his belt around him, and when he had 
 informed his master that the horses were ready, he asked 
 to be allowed to remain behind, so that he might try to re- 
 cover the count’s cloak, which, with its collar, he declared, 
 was worth at least three thousand roubles. He wished to 
 recover it and restore the paltry blue shouba which the 
 thieves at the predvoditel’s house had palmed off upon his 
 master in place of his own handsome garment. The 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 55 
 
 count, however,, replied that the matter was not worth 
 troubling about, and went upstairs to his room to change 
 his clothes. 
 
 Zavalchevsky was still hiccoughing by the side of his 
 gypsy girl. The ispravnik had called for some vodka, and 
 invited the company to go to his house to breakfast, ^swear- 
 ing .that his wife should dance with the zigani. The hand- 
 some young man was asserting, with an air of profound 
 conviction, that the piano possessed more soul than any 
 other instrument in the world, and that flats could not be 
 sounded on the guitar. The tchinovnik was drinking his 
 tea in moody melancholy, and the breaking dawn seemed 
 to fill him with a feeling of shame for his debauch. The 
 gypsies were chattering among themselves in their own 
 language, and wanted to begin singing again, but Stiochka 
 objected, saying that the barorai* would be vexed. All 
 the guests, indeed, seemed quite wearied out with the 
 nights orgie. 
 
 “ Well, we’ll have just one song by way of good-bye, 
 and then we’ll be off,” said the count, looking bright and 
 gay and handsome, as he came into the room in his travel- 
 ing dress. 
 
 The gypsies gathered into a circle again, and they were 
 just about to commence their song when Iliine came into 
 the room, carrying in his hand a bundle of bank-notes. 
 He took the count aside. 
 
 “ I had altogether fifteen thousand roubles belonging to 
 the army-chest, and you have given me sixteen thousand 
 
 * The gypsy word in Russia for a count of prince; or, more ex- 
 actly, a great lord. 
 
56 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 three hundred. The surplus, consequently, belongs to 
 yourself,” he said. 
 
 “ Good, give it to me!” 
 
 Iliine handed him the money, looking at him timidly as 
 he did so. Then he opened his lips, as though he were go- 
 ing to say something, but he blushed, and the tears darted 
 to his eyes. He seized the count’s hand' and pressed it. 
 
 “Be off with you now, Iliusha,” said Tourbine to the 
 leader of the zigani. “Here’s some money for you, but 
 you must escort me as far as the ramparts.” 
 
 The count then tossed on to the gypsy’s guitar the thir- 
 teen hundred roubles which Iliine had just given him, 
 without thinking for a moment of the hundred roubles 
 which he had borrowed from Zavalchevsky on the previous 
 evening. 
 
 It was now ten o’clock in the morning. The sun had 
 risen above the house-tops, and the streets were growing 
 busy. The shop-keepers had long since opened their 
 shops; gentlemen and tchinovniks were driving along in 
 their carriages, and ladies were starting shopping when the 
 troop of zigani, the ispravnik, the ex-sub-lieutenant, the 
 handsome young man, and Iliine and the count, the latter 
 enveloped in his blue bearskin shouba, came down the 
 steps of the hotel. 
 
 It was a fine morning, although it was thawing. Three 
 posting-horses, with their tails knotted very short, were 
 pawing the liquid mud. They were brought up to the 
 steps, and all the company got into the sledges. 
 
 Tourbine,* Iliine, Stiochka, Iliusha, and Sachka, the 
 servant, got into the first sledge. Bliiclier, wild with de- 
 
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 57 
 
 light, barked in front of the middle horse. The rest of the 
 company, including the zigani of both sexes, got into the 
 second sledge. Then the vehicles started off, one behind 
 the other, and the gypsies began to sing. 
 
 The horses, excited by the din of the singing and the 
 bells, galloped along through the town as far as the ram- 
 part, forcing the carriages which they met to turn hastily 
 to the side of the road for refuge. 
 
 The shop-keepers and other people in the streets, many 
 of whom knew some of the count's companions, could not 
 conceal their astonishment at seeing noblemen driving 
 along in broad daylight in the same sledges as tipsy zigani 
 who were bawling out songs. 
 
 When they got outside the town the horses stopped and 
 the exchange of farewells commenced. 
 
 Iliine, who had drunk a fair share of wine, and who had 
 been driving, suddenly became very melancholy, and began 
 beseeching the count to remain another day. When Tour- 
 bine explained to him that this was quite impossible, he 
 threw his arms aroimd his new friend's neck, kissed him, 
 and declared that he should ask to be allowed to change 
 his regiment so that he might join the count in the hus- 
 sars. As for Tourbine, he seemed brimming over with 
 gayety. He amused himself by rolling Zavalchevsky, who, 
 since the early morning, had at last ventured to address 
 him with friendly familiarity, in the snow. Then he set 
 his dog at the ispravnik's calves, clasped his arms round 
 Stiochka, and wanted to take her off with him to Moscow. 
 At last, however, he got into his sledge again, and installed 
 Bliicher at his side. Sachka asked the ex-sub-lieutenant to 
 
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 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 try and get possession of his master^ cloak, and to send it 
 on to him at Moscow, and then he climbed on to his seat. 
 
 The count shouted, “ Drive along l" took off his cap, 
 waved it over his head, whistled the horses onward like a 
 genuine driver, and then the sledges parted from each 
 other. 
 
 — o — 
 
 PART II. 
 
 L 
 
 Twenty years have passed away, during which a deal of 
 water has rolled down into the sea, many people have died, 
 many others have been born, many have grown up, and 
 many have become old; still a larger number of thoughts 
 have been born and have perished; many old-fashioned 
 things, both noble ones and hateful ones, have vanished — 
 many new and lovely ones have taken their places, and still 
 more are tottering and even ready to fall away. 
 
 Count Feodor Tourbine died long ago — killed in a duel 
 with a foreigner, whom he had struck in the street with his 
 whip. His son, who is as like his father as one drop of 
 water is like another, is already a fine, handsome young 
 man of three-and-twenty. Morally, however, young Count 
 Tourbine is quite unlike his father. He is quite free from 
 all taint of the impetuous, passionate, and, one may truth- 
 fully say, the debauched tendencies of the last century. A 
 keen intelligence and a large fund of information, a par- 
 tiality for comfort and all that makes life pleasant, a prac- 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
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 ticai appreciation of men and circumstances, together with 
 sound sense and foresight, are his distinctive character- 
 istics. A gay disposition is the principal thing that he has 
 inherited from his father. 
 
 Beginning life as an officer in the Guards, he had attend- 
 ed assiduously to his military duties; and at twenty-three 
 years of age he was already a lieutenant. When war 
 broke out, he felt that he would be more likely to win pro- 
 motion by serving in the active portion of the army, and 
 accordingly he joined a regiment of hussars, obtaining a 
 rank immediately above the one that he had previously 
 held, and, indeed, he had not much longer to wait before 
 he was promoted to the command of a squadron. 
 
 In the month of May, in the year 1848, the regiment of 
 
 hussars of S passed through the government district of 
 
 K , and the squadron commanded by young Tourbine 
 
 was billeted for the night in Morozovka, a village belong- 
 ing to our acquaintance, Anna Feodorovna. 
 
 Mrs. Zaitsova was still alive, but she had now left her 
 youth so far behind her that she no longer looked upon 
 herself as young, which, for a woman, is saying a fgreat 
 deal. She had grown very stout, though some people may 
 not consider that to be an indication of mature age; for, it 
 is often said that stoutness keeps a woman young-looking. 
 On that plump, fair face of hers, however, several deeply 
 furrowed wrinkles had now made their mark. She no 
 longer frequented the town, for it had become difficult for 
 her to mount into her carriage, but she still retained all 
 her old frank kindliness of disposition. She was, indeed, 
 still as simple-minded as ever, though she no longer had 
 
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 her former beauty to palliate her lack of intelligence. 
 With her there lived her daughter, Lisanka, a young rus- 
 tic-looking girl of three-and-twenty, and her brother, our 
 old acquaintance, the ex-sub-lieutenant, who, having spent 
 all his little fortune upon other people, had in his declin- 
 ing years taken refuge with his sister. His hair was now 
 quite gray, and his lower lip was sunken, but his mustache 
 was still carefully dyed black. Wrinkles covered not only 
 his brow and cheeks, but also his nose and neck, and his 
 back was quite bent. His weakly legs still retained their 
 old bow and seemed to proclaim that he had once served in 
 the cavalry. 
 
 Anna Feodorovna’s family had assembled in a small 
 room in their old house, the door and balconied windows 
 of which looked on to an old-fashioned garden planted with 
 lime-trees. 
 
 The mistress of the house, wearing a lilac-colored morn- 
 ing-dress, was reclining on a couch in front of a mahogany 
 table, amusing herself by performing tricks with a pack of 
 cards. Her brother, in white trousers and a blue coat, 
 was sitting near the window, plaiting white cotton, an oc- 
 cupation of which he was very fond, and which his niece 
 had taught him. It was the only thing he could do to oc- 
 cupy himself, for his eyes were now too weak to let him 
 read the newspapers, which had once been his favorite way 
 of passing the time. 
 
 Meanwhile Pimotchka, Anna Feodorovna’s adopted 
 daughter, was repeating her lesson to Lisanka, who, while 
 she listened, went on knitting with her wooden needles a 
 pair of stockings for her uncle. Through the avenue of 
 
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 lime-trees the last rays of the setting sun were shooting a 
 beam of broken light upon the end window of the room 
 and the little table near which our friend Zavalchev sky 
 was seated. The garden and the room were wrapped in 
 such peaceful calmness that a swallow could be distinctly 
 heard as it skimmed rapidly past the window; and Anna 
 Feodorovna’s slight sighs and the little coughs of the old 
 gentleman, who was sitting with one foot lying on the 
 other, and kept constantly changing his position, sounded 
 quite loudly. 
 
 “ How do you do this trick with the cards, Lisanka?” 
 asked Anna Feodorovna, leaving the cards alone for a mo- 
 ment. “ I never can remember the right way. ” 
 
 Lisanka, without putting down her knitting, came up to 
 her mother, and looked at the cards. 
 
 “ Ah, you have got them all wrong, my dear little 
 mother!” she exclaimed, as she set them right. “ Now 
 they are properly arranged. There! they come just as you 
 want them,” she added, surreptitiously withdrawing one of 
 the cards. 
 
 “ Ah, you always deceive me, and pretend that I have 
 done is quite correctly. ” 
 
 “ No, indeed; it is really all right.” 
 
 “Really? Ah, Fm afraid you’re a little hypocrite! 
 Isn’t it time for tea now?” 
 
 “ Yes; I’ve told them to heat the samovar. I’ll go and 
 see about it now. Shall we have it brought here or in the 
 other room? Get your lessons finished quickly, Pimotchka, 
 and then we’ll go and have a little run. ” 
 
 The girl now turned to leave the room. 
 
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 “Lisotchka! Lisanka!” cried her uncle, looking anx- 
 iously at his work, “ I think Fve made a slip. Come and 
 put it right again for me, dear.” 
 
 “ Directly, uncle. Fm just going to break the sugar.” 
 
 Three minutes afterward she came back, went up to her 
 uncle, and gripped him by the ear. 
 
 “ There! that will teach you to make mistakes!” she 
 exclaimed, with a laugh. 
 
 “Oh, let me go! let me go! and please put it right 
 again!” said the old man. “ Look, there are some knots 
 there. ” 
 
 Lisanka took up the work, drew a pin from the hand- 
 kerchief which she wore over her bosom, and which the 
 breeze blew open for a moment, rectified the mistake, 
 made a fresh start in the plaiting, and then gave it back to 
 her uncle. “ Kiss me for what I have done,” she said, 
 stretching out her rosy cheek toward him, and pinning up 
 her handkerchief again. “ YouTl have a little rum in 
 your tea, won’t you? It’s Friday to-day.” 
 
 Then she left the room again. 
 
 “ Oh, uncle, dear, come and look! Here are some hus- 
 sars coming!” she called out from the next room. 
 
 Anna Feodorovna and her brother at once went into the 
 room where the tea had been served. The windows here 
 looked on to the road. There was not much to be seen; 
 but a troop of hussars could just be distinguished as they 
 came along in the midst of a cloud of dust. 
 
 “ What a pity it is, my dear little sister,” said the old 
 gentleman, “ that our house is so small and that the wing 
 is not finished, otherwise we might have invited the officers 
 
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 to stay with us. Hussar officers are such gay, pleasant 
 young fellows. I should like to have seen a little of 
 them. " 
 
 % 
 
 “ I should havj been very glad, too; but you know very 
 well, brother, that we have no accommodation for them. 
 There's the big bedroom, and Lisanka's, the drawing- 
 room, and this room, which is , yours, and that's all. 
 Where could we put them?" 
 
 “ Try to think of some place." 
 
 “ Well, Mikhail Matvieff has had the staroste's isba 
 cleaned for them, and he says that it will do very nicely." 
 
 “ Ah, we might have found a husband for you, Lisanka, 
 
 ' a brave hussar!" continued the uncle. 
 
 “ Oh! but I don't want a hussar; I want a lancer. You 
 were in the lancers, weren't you, uncle? I don't even 
 want to know any hussars. They stick at nothing, people 
 say. " The girl blushed slightly as she said this, and then 
 broke into a ringing laugh. “ Ah, here's Oustiouchka 
 running along!" she suddenly exclaimed; “ let us ask her 
 what she has seen. " 
 
 Anna Feodorovna gave orders for Oustiouchka to be 
 summoned, remarking: “ She never can keep to her work; 
 she must always be off looking at the soldiers. Well, 
 where have they billeted the officers?" she added, address- 
 ing the servant. 
 
 “ With the Eremkines, madame. There are two of 
 them; and oh! they are such handsome gentlemen. It is 
 said that one of them is a count." 
 
 “ What is his name?" 
 
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 “ It's Kazaroff, or Tourbineff, I think; but I really can't 
 quite remember." 
 
 “ What a goose the girl is! She can't tell me the least 
 thing! You might at least have recollected the name." 
 
 “ Shall I go and inquire?" 
 
 “ Oh, yes, I dare say! I know you too well; No; 
 Danilo shall go. Tell him, brother, to go and ask if there 
 is anything we can do for the officers. We ought to show 
 them some attention. He must say that I have sent him." 
 
 The old gentleman and his sister now returned to their 
 tea. Lisanka went into the kitchen to place the sugar she 
 had broken up in the sugar-basin, while Oustiouchka began 
 to talk to her about the hussars. “ The count is so hand- 
 some," she exclaimed. “He is just like an angel with 
 black eyelashes. He would make you a splendid lover; 
 and you would be a lovely couple!" 
 
 The other servants smiled approvingly. The old nurse, 
 who was knitting near the window, sighed and uttered a 
 prayer that it might really be so. 
 
 “ The hussars have quite bewitched you!" rejoined Lis- 
 anka. “ You're very much given to romancing, I know. 
 Just get me some syrup, please, Oustiouchka; we must 
 send some to the soldiers. " And then Lisanka took the 
 sugar-basin, and ran off with a laugh. 
 
 “ I should very much like to know what sort of a person 
 this hussar is! Is he dark or fair? I dare say he would be 
 very glad to know us. But he will go away, and he will 
 never even know that I have given him a thought. What 
 a number of them have already gone through the town 
 without ever seeing me! What does it matter how I do 
 
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 my hair or what sort of cuffs I wear? No one ever takes 
 any notice of me!” Thus the young girl reflected, with a 
 little sigh, as she touched her plump white arm caressingly. 
 ‘‘I dare say he’s tall, and has big eyes,” she resumed, 
 “ and very likely a little black mustache. Ah, I’m already 
 turned twenty-two, and no one is in love with me except- 
 ing that pock-marked Ipatich! And four years ago I was 
 prettier than I am now. My youth is passing away with- 
 out any happiness! Ah! what a poor unfortunate village 
 girl I am!” 
 
 Her mother’s voice, calling to her to come and pour out 
 the tea, disturbed her reverie. She shook her little head, 
 and hastened to Anna Feodorovna. 
 
 It is a noteworthy fact that in this life the best things 
 often happen quite by chance. The more one tries to 
 bring them about the less one succeeds. In the country 
 districts, where parents seldom take much trouble about 
 giving their children a good education, the children are 
 often extremely well informed. Now, this was especially 
 the case with Lisanka. Anna Feodorovna, with her limit- 
 ed intelligence and careless disposition, had not given her 
 daughter any education at all. She had not had her in- 
 structed in either music or French — that language which is 
 so useful. 
 
 It happened that, despite maternal neglect, the girl was 
 endowed with robust health. A nurse and one of the 
 female servants had taken charge of her as a child, reared 
 her, dressed her in little print frocks and sheepskin shoes, 
 and then sent her to ramble about and gather mushrooms 
 and raspberries in the woods. An ecclesiastic had subse- 
 
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 quently taught her reading and arithmetic, and, at sixteen 
 years of age, she had become, a cheerful companion for her 
 mother, and an active housekeeper. 
 
 Anna Feodorovna^s kindly disposition was constantly 
 causing her to adopt little girls, the daughters of serfs, or 
 lost children; and Lisanka, ever since she was ten years 
 old, had looked after them, taught them to read, taken 
 them to church, and checked their taste for mischief. 
 Then there was her uncle, wdio required quite as much 
 watching and attention as a child, and whom she had also 
 taken under her care. The servants and moujiks, too, 
 always applied to her for any remedies for their complaints, 
 and she supplied them with decoctions of elder, with mint, 
 and spirits of camphor. By and by the management of 
 the house dropped into her hands, and, on the other hand, 
 the young girl found in religion and the beauty of nature 
 further objects on which she could lavish the fund of love 
 within her. So she grew up quite spontaneously into an 
 active, good, bright, independent, pure, and profoundly 
 religious woman. It is true that she sometimes experi- 
 enced little twinges of disappointed vanity when she saw 
 her neighbors in church wearing fashionable bonnets, 
 
 which they had ordered from K ; that she occasionally 
 
 shed tears of vexation on account of her mother, who, since 
 she had grown old, had become querulous and capricious; 
 and that every now and then she fell a victim to the most 
 unrealizable and visionary dreams of love. These, how- 
 ever, had all been dissipated by the healthful activity which 
 she was bound to display, and when she reached her 
 twenty-second birthday she seemed quite without blemish. 
 
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 67 
 
 There was no self-reproach to trouble the serene and tran- 
 quil soul of this young girl, who was so beautiful both in 
 mind and body. 
 
 Lisanka was of medium height, and inclined to plump- 
 ness. Her eyes were gray and rather small, and her hair 
 hung down in a long heavy plait. Although her gait was 
 firm, there was an air of easy carelessness about it. The 
 expression of her face, when she was thinking of anything 
 which did not cause her any distress of mind, seemed to 
 say to those who saw her: “ Life is a good thing for such 
 as have loving hearts and clear consciences . 99 Even in her 
 moments of vexation, trouble, or sadness, when her eyes 
 were dimmed with tears, or when her eyebrows were 
 knitted in a frown, or her lips were tightly set, still in the 
 dimples of her cheeks, about the corners of her lips and in 
 her eyes, so accustomed to take a smiling view of life, one 
 could detect indications of a heart that was good and true 
 to the core, and of a mind quite free from all taint of false- 
 hood. 
 
 II. 
 
 Although the sun had already reached the horizon, it 
 was still warm when the squadron entered Morozovka. In 
 front of it, in the middle of the dusty village road, there 
 trotted, lowing distressfully, an unhappy cow, which had 
 got separated from the herd it belonged to, and which 
 could not realize that its best plan would be simply to stand 
 aside and let the apparently pursuing squadron pass it by. 
 
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 The old peasants, the babas, and children, formed a double 
 line along the road and gazed eagerly at the hussars. In 
 the midst of a thick cloud of dust, the soldiers stopped 
 their horses, which then began to paw the ground and to 
 snort for a moment or two. On the right of the squadron 
 there were two officers sitting at ease on two magnificent 
 chargers. One of them was the commander. Count Tour- 
 bine; the other was a very young man w T ho had recently 
 been promoted to the rank of sub-lieutenant. His name 
 was Polozoff. 
 
 A hussar, in a jacket white with dust, now came out of 
 the largest isba, and, taking off his cap, he approached 
 the officers. 
 
 “Where have quarters been provided for us?” asked 
 the count. 
 
 “Here, at the staroste’s, your excellency,” replied the 
 quarter-master. “ He has just had his isba cleaned. I 
 tried to get you quarters at the pomestchitsa’s, but they 
 told me they had no accommodation. She is so mean — ” 
 
 “All right,” interrupted the count, getting off his 
 horse, and stretching his stiff legs. “ Has my carriage 
 arrived?” 
 
 “ Yes, it has condescended to arrive, your excellency,” 
 replied the quarter-master, pointing with his cap to the 
 carriage, the leather body of which could be seen standing 
 in the open coach-house. 
 
 Then he darted into the lobby of the isba, where the 
 peasant’s family were crowding to look at the officer. In 
 his haste to open the door to show his superior that the 
 dwelling had been made fit to receive him, the quarter- 
 
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 master jostled against an old woman. Then he stood 
 aside to let the officer pass. 
 
 The house was of a fair size, but not very clean. A 
 German man-servant, dressed like a lord, was in the large 
 room, fitting up an iron bedstead. When he had arranged 
 the sheets and blankets, he set about unpacking the 
 count's luggage. 
 
 “What a disgusting place!" exclaimed the coimt, with 
 vexation. “I say, Diadenko, can't you find me a better 
 room than this somewhere? Can't the pomestchik take 
 me in?" 
 
 “ If your excellency commands it, I will go to the Manor 
 House," replied Diadenko, “ but the Manor House isn't a 
 very nice-looking place." 
 
 “ It's no use troubling about it, then. You can go.". 
 
 The count then threw himself on to the bed, and lay 
 down with his hands clasped behind his head. “ Johann!" 
 he shouted to his valet, “ you've gone and made a great 
 lump again in the very middle of the bed! Will you never 
 learn how to make a bed properly?" 
 
 Johann hurried up to put the bed straight. 
 
 “ Oh, it's no use altering it now! Get me my dressing- 
 gown," said the count, in a querulous voice. 
 
 The servant gave him his dressing-gown, and before put- 
 ting it on, the count examined one of the skirts. 
 
 “ There, now! you haven't taken out that stain! Was 
 ever man worse served than I am by you?" cried the hus- 
 sar, snatching the garment from the valet's hands and 
 putting it on. “I fancy you make a point of not doing 
 what you are told. Is the tea ready?" 
 
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 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 “ I haven't had time to make it yet/' replied Johann. 
 
 “ Idiot!" 
 
 The count then took up a French novel and began to 
 read, and he continued amusing himself in this way for 
 some time. Johann left the room and went into the lobby 
 to prepare the samovar. His master was evidently in a 
 bad temper, brought on, probably, by fatigue, by the dust 
 with which his face was covered, the tightness of his uni- 
 form, and the empty condition of his stomach. 
 
 “ Johann!" he suddenly called out again. “ Come and 
 account for those ten roubles which I gave you. What 
 have you bought in the town?" 
 
 Tourbine ran over the list, and gave utterance to various 
 remarks of dissatisfaction by the dearness of provisions. 
 
 “ Bring me some rum for the tea!" said he. 
 
 “ I have not bought any rum for the tea," replied 
 Johann. 
 
 “ Oh, you haven't, haven't you? How many times have 
 I told you never to be without rum?" 
 
 “ I hadn't sufficient money." 
 
 “ Then why didn't Polozoff buy some? You could have 
 borrowed some money from his man. " 
 
 “ I don't know whether the sub-lieutenant, Polozoff — 
 However, they bought some tea and sugar. " 
 
 “Be off with you, idiot! You are the only person who 
 ever makes me lose my temper. You know very well that 
 when I am on the march I always take rum in my tea!" 
 
 “ Here are two letters, your excellency. They have just 
 been brought," said the valet. 
 
 The count, who was still lying on the bed, opened the 
 
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 71 
 
 letters and read them. Just at that moment the young 
 sub-lieutenant came into the room. His face bore a de- 
 lighted expression. He had got his detachment billeted. 
 
 “ Well, Tourbine,” said he, “you seem comfortable 
 here, I think. It’s very warm, and I’m really feeling 
 tired. ” 
 
 “ Comfortable! I should think so, indeed! A miserable, 
 stinking isba! and, thanks to you, there is no rum! That 
 fool of a man of yours hasn’t bought any, and mine hasn’t 
 got any either. You ought to have told him to get some.” 
 
 Then, as Polozoff went out of the room, he again began 
 reading his letters. When he had perused the first one he 
 crumpled it up and threw it on the floor. 
 
 “ Why didn’t you get some rum?” said the sub-lieuten- 
 ant to his servant, in a deep voice. “You had plenty of 
 money. ” 
 
 “ Why should it be always your turn to pay for it?” was 
 the reply. “ I spend quite enough without that, and that 
 Germ^p. fellow does nothing but smoke his pipe.” 
 
 Tourbine’s second letter seemed more agreeable, for he 
 smiled as he read it. 
 
 “ Who’s it from?” asked Polozoff, as he came back into 
 the room and began to arrange his crib near the stove. 
 
 “Prom Mina,” replied the count, gayly, handing the 
 letter to the young man. “ Would you like to read it? 
 What a charming woman she is, a very charming woman! 
 She is worth any number of our own girls. What a deal 
 of wit and intelligence she shows in that letter. The only 
 thing that isn’t altogether delightful is her asking me for 
 some money.” 
 
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 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 “ Yes, that’s rather a bore/’ assented the sub-lieutenant. 
 
 “ I certainly promised her some, but this campaigning, 
 you know — However, if I keep the command of the 
 squadron for another three months I will send her some. 
 What a charming woman she is, isn’t she?” added the 
 count, smiling and watching the expression of Polozoff’s 
 face as the latter read the letter. 
 
 “ It’s shockingly badly written, but very charming all 
 the same. I really think she loves you.” 
 
 “ I should think she does. When women of that kind 
 love, no one loves like them.” 
 
 “ And where’s the other letter from?” asked Polozoff, 
 handing the one which he had been reading back to the 
 count. 
 
 “ Oh, it’s nothing. It’s from a wretched fellow to 
 whom I owe some money, a gambling debt. This is the 
 third time he has reminded me of it, and I can’t pay him 
 yet. Confound him!” said the count, who was obviously 
 annoyed by the thought of the matter. 
 
 After this conversation there came a long interval of 
 silence. Polozoff, who was manifestly under the count’s 
 influence, drank his tea without saying anything, but cast- 
 ing glances every now and then at the gloomy face of Tour- 
 bine, who had taken a seat near the window. 
 
 “What do you think?” suddenly exclaimed the count, 
 nodding his head in a pleased manner. “ It seems to me 
 quite possible. Supposing there happens to be a vacancy 
 this year, and we are lucky enough to come in for an en- 
 gagement or two, why shouldn’t I outstrip my old su* 
 periors in the Guards?” 
 
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 73 
 
 The conversation turned on this subject as the two 
 officers drank their second cup of tea; and then Anna 
 Feodorovna's servant, old Danilo, came into the room to 
 discharge the commission with which he had been intrusted 
 by his mistress. Having done this, and having learned the 
 count's name, Danilo suddenly remembered the visit of 
 
 the last Count Tourbine to K , and acting on his own 
 
 inspiration, exclaimed: “My mistress has ordered me to 
 ask your excellency if you are not the son of the late 
 Count Feodor Ivanovitch Tourbine. My mistress, Anna 
 Feodorovna, used to know him very well. " 
 
 “ Yes, he was my father. Tell your mistress that I am 
 extremely grateful to her, but there is nothing that I re- 
 quire. Stay, though, I should feel very much obliged if 
 she could tell me where I could get a better room than this 
 — either in her own house or elsewhere." 
 
 “ Why did you say that?" asked Polozoff, as soon as 
 Danilo had gone. “ Won't this do very well for a single 
 night? Just think of the trouble you are going to give 
 them!" 
 
 “ Haven't we had quite enough of these foul, smoky 
 isbas? This one is just like all the others! You are far 
 too unpractical. Why shouldn't we take advantage of the 
 chance of obtaining civilized lodgings, even if it be only 
 for a single night? So far from thinking it a trouble, I'm 
 sure they will be delighted. There is only one thing which 
 rather bothers me," added the count, with a smile, “ and 
 that is, that this lady knew my father. I always feel a 
 little bix nervous when people get talking about my late 
 papa. Some scandalous story or unpaid debt generally 
 
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 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 crops up; so, as a rule, I generally try to avoid my father's 
 old acquaintances. However, I suppose he only followed 
 the customs of his time," concluded the count, resuming 
 his serious expression. 
 
 “ Oh, I forgot to tell you," now said Polozoff, “ that I 
 recently met Iliine, the brigadier of the lancers. He said 
 he should like very much to see you. He seems to have 
 perfectly worshiped your father." 
 
 “ That Iliine always seems to me to be an old muff. All 
 these people who knew my father tell me things about him 
 which make me feel quite ashamed, and yet all the time 
 they seem to think that they are pleasing me. My tem- 
 perament is very different to what his was. I take life 
 coolly, and I haven't the wild enthusiasm that he had. He 
 was a hot-tempered fellow, and used sometimes to allow 
 himself to do the wildest things. But then, as I said be- 
 fore, he was a man of his time! In our own days I dare 
 say he would have distinguished himself very highly, for, 
 to do him justice, he had great abilities." 
 
 A quarter of an hour afterward, old Danilo, the man- 
 servant, came back, and informed the count that the pom- 
 estchitsa begged of him to be kind enough to spend the 
 night at her house. 
 
 III. 
 
 When Anna Feodorovna learned that the young officer 
 of hussars was really Count Tourbine's son, she could not 
 restrain her impatience to see him. 
 
 “ Run back as quickly as you can, Danilo, and say that 
 I insist upon him coming here!" she exclaimed, in a state 
 
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 75 
 
 of the most intense excitement, and then she hurried off to 
 the maid-servants. 
 
 “ Lisanka! Oustiouchka! We must have your room got 
 ready. Lisa, you must sleep in your uncle's; and you, 
 brother, must sleep in the drawing-room; you will, won't 
 you, just for this one night?" 
 
 “ Of course I will, my dear little sister. I will sleep 
 anywhere. " 
 
 “ He must be a handsome young man if he takes after 
 his father. I must see the dear lad! You shall see him, 
 too, Lisanka! His father was such a fine-looking man! 
 But where are you taking that table to?" now cried Anna 
 Feodorovna, hastily darting forward. “ Leave it where it 
 is! Bring a couple of beds here. You must borrow one 
 from the steward. And put the crystal candlesticks which 
 my brother gave me on my birthday on the little table." 
 
 All the necessary arrangements were quickly made. 
 Lisanka carried out her own ideas in preparing the room 
 which was destined for the accommodation of the two 
 officers, notwithstanding her mother's attempts to alter 
 them. She laid clean sheets, scented with mignonette, on 
 the beds, gave orders for a decanter of water and some 
 candles to be placed on the little tables, had some per- 
 fumed paper burned in the servants' room, and transferred 
 her own little bed into her uncle's chamber. 
 
 Anna Feodorovna now became somewhat calmer and 
 was able to sit still in her chair again. She even took up 
 her cards, but while she was laying them out on the table, 
 she suddenly leaned her head on her dimpled elbow, and 
 then seemed lost in thought. 
 
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 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 “ How time flies! How time flies !” she sighed to her- 
 self, in a low voice. “ Can it really be so long ago? I 
 can see him again so plainly. What a scapegrace he 
 was!” 
 
 The tears welled to her eyes. 
 
 “And here's Lisanka quite a woman!” she resumed. 
 “ Still, she's not quite what I was at her age. She is 
 pretty, certainly, but there's not that — Lisanka, you 
 must wear mousseline de laine this evening.” 
 
 “ Are you going to ask them to join us, mother? I 
 think you'd better not,” said Lisanka, a prey to an agita- 
 tion which she could not suppress, for the thought of see- 
 ing the officers troubled her exceedingly. “ You'd better 
 not ask them, mother.” 
 
 To tell the truth, amid Anna Feodorovna's desire to see 
 the officers, there struggled a fear of what she foresaw 
 might happen to her daughter. 
 
 “ I dare say they will want to make our acquaintance,” 
 she replied, however, as she caressed Lisanka's hair. 
 “No,” she reflected as she spoke; “no, this is not the 
 sort of hair that I had when I was a girl. No, Lisotchka, 
 I'm afraid it will never be, though I could wish you to have 
 him.” 
 
 She was really anxious to secure a happy future for the 
 girl, but she felt that she could scarcely hope to see her 
 married to the count. Still she had a vague though 
 strong longing that it might be so, both for her daughter's 
 sake and because she would have liked to see the happy 
 moments which she had spent with the late count fall to 
 the share of his son and her daughter. 
 
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 77 
 
 The old gentleman, too, was a little agitated by the 
 arrival of young Tourbine. He retired into his room and 
 locked the door. A quarter of an hour afterward he reap- 
 peared, wearing a hussar jacket and a pair of blue trousers. 
 His face wore an expression of embarrassed delight, like 
 that of some young girl who has put on her ball-dress for 
 the first time. He was about to repair to the room which 
 had been prepared for the guests. 
 
 “ WeTl go and see what these hussars of to-day are like, 
 little sister,” he said. “The late count was a real hus- 
 sar. WeTl go and have a look at them.” 
 
 The officers had already arrived, and had taken posses- 
 sion of their room. 
 
 “Well!” exclaimed the count, as, still dressed, and with- 
 out even taking off his dusty boots, he threw himself upon 
 the bed which had been prepared for him, “ well, this is 
 better than the isba with its crowd of insects, isn’t it?” 
 
 “ Yes, we’ve certainly got into pleasant quarters now,” 
 rejoined Polozoff, “ and I’m sure we ought to be very 
 grateful to the people of the house.” 
 
 “ What nonsense! You mustn’t make such a fuss about 
 it! I’m sure they are charmed to have us here. Here, I 
 say,” the count now said to his servant, “ just go and ask 
 for something "to put across that window, or else we shall 
 have a nasty draught from it during the night. ” 
 
 At this moment the old gentleman entered the room in 
 view of making the acquaintance of the officers. He 
 flushed slightly, and then took advantage of the oppor- 
 tunity to mention that he had been a comrade of the late 
 count, between whom and himself, he said, a strong sym- 
 
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 pathy had existed. He added, too, that Tourbine had ren- 
 dered him services upon several occasions; but he did not 
 explain whether he meant by this that the late count had 
 borrowed a hundred roubles from him, which he had never 
 repaid, or that he had rolled him in the snow/ or that he 
 had grossly insulted him. 
 
 The young count was extremely polite to the old gentle- 
 man, and thanked him for the hospitality which had been 
 shown to him. 
 
 “ I hope you will excuse us/* rejoined Zavalchevsky, 
 “ if everything is not quite as comfortable as it should 
 be, count — ** 
 
 He was just on the point of addressing Tourbine as 
 “ your excellency/* having got out of the way of speaking 
 to strangers of position. 
 
 “ My sister *s house is only a small one/* he continued. 
 “We will get you a curtain for that window at once; that 
 will make everything quite right. ** 
 
 Under the pretense of going to order the curtain, he 
 then left the room, but his real reason for retiring was 
 that he wished to communicate his impressions of the 
 young officer to his sister and his niece. 
 
 Presently the pretty maid, Oustiouchka, appeared with a 
 shawl which her mistress had given her. She fastened it 
 across the window, and then asked if the gentleman would 
 like some tea. The comfort of his surroundings had had a 
 favorable effect upon the count*s temper. He smiled 
 gayly at Oustiouchka, and teased and chaffed her so much 
 that she told him to “ behave himself . ** Then he asked 
 her if her young mistress was pretty, and remarked that 
 
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 he would be very glad to have some tea, and that, as his 
 supper was not yet ready, he should feel much obliged if 
 she would let him have some vodka and something to eat, 
 together with a little sherry, if there was any in the 
 house. 
 
 The old uncle was quite delighted with Tourbine^s affa- 
 bility. He sung the praises of the young generation, as- 
 serting that the present race of men were much better fel- 
 lows than their predecessors. Anna Feodorovna, however, 
 would not agree to this. She thought that no one could 
 ever surpass Count Feodor Ivanovitch; and she ended by 
 getting quite vexed. 
 
 “ In your opinion, brother,” she said, dryly, “ the last 
 person you have spoken to is always the best. Perhaps 
 people are more intelligent now than they used to be, but 
 no one ever danced the schottische better than Feodor 
 Ivanovitch did; no one was ever so agreeable. Every one 
 used to rave about him, but he cared for no one but me. 
 There were polished, amiable men in our time as well as 
 there are to-day.” 
 
 Just at this moment the counts request for some vodka 
 and food and sherry was brought to the mistress of the 
 house. 
 
 “ You never look properly after what is necessary!” ex- 
 claimed Anna Feodorovna to her daughter. “ There 
 ought to have been some supper ready! Lisanka, my 
 dear, go and see about it at once.” 
 
 Lisanka ran off to the kitchen to get some little pickled 
 mushrooms and some fresh butter, and she told the cook to 
 prepare some cutlets. 
 
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 “ About the sherry?” now. asked Anna Feodorovna; 
 “ have you any left, brother?” 
 
 “ No, indeed; I never had any.” 
 
 “ Never had any? What do you take in your tea, 
 then?” 
 
 “ Bum, Anna Feodorovna.” 
 
 “ Won't that do as well? Give them some of your rum; 
 I'm sure it will do just as well. Perhaps we had better ask 
 them to join us here, brother. I don't think they would 
 be offended. We had better ask them.” 
 
 The old gentleman replied he felt sure that the count 
 would come, and declared that he would go at once and 
 bring him. Anna Feodorovna then retired to put on her 
 heavy silk dress and a new cap. Lisanka was so busy that 
 she had not time to change her pink, big-sleeved cotton 
 frock. She was in a state of great agitation. She felt 
 that something quite unexpected was going to happen to 
 her, and as if some low, black cloud were hanging over her 
 soul. 
 
 This noble and handsome hussar appeared to her as 
 something quite new, incomprehensible, and attractive. 
 His character, his habits, his speech, everything about him, 
 in fact, were bound to be quite different to anything she 
 had previously known. All that he thought and said would 
 be sensible and right; everything that he did would be 
 scrupulously correct, while his appearance and his manners 
 were certain to be winning. Lisanka felt no doubt at all 
 about any of those points. 
 
 If, instead of merely asking for some food and sherry, 
 the count had required a perfumed bath, the young girl 
 
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 would not have felt any astonishment or have found any 
 fault with him, so positive she was that whatever he did 
 must be right. 
 
 The count at once accepted the invitation which Anna 
 Feodorovna sent to him through her brother. He brushed 
 his hair, and then took up his cloak and cigar-case. 
 “ You are coming, too, aren't you?" he said, turning to 
 Polozoff. 
 
 “I think we had better not go," replied the ex-sub- 
 lieutenant. “ They would put themselves out to receive 
 us," he continued, speaking in French. 
 
 “ Nonsense! On the contrary, they will be delighted to 
 see us. ^Besides, I have been making inquiries, and I hear 
 that the young lady is very pretty. Come along!" added 
 the count, who also spoke in French. 
 
 “ Pray, come, gentlemen," now said Zavalchevsky, also 
 in French, so as to let the officers know that he knew that 
 language, and had perfectly understood what they had 
 been saying. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Lisanka's face was flushed and her eyes were cast 
 down when the officers entered the room. She seemed 
 completely absorbed in filling the tea-pot, and as though 
 she were afraid to look at the hussars. Anna Feodorovna, 
 on the contrary, rose quickly from her seat, bowed, and 
 then, without ever taking her eyes off the count's face, be- 
 gan to tell him of his extraordinary likeness to his father. 
 Then she introduced her daughter to him, and gave hin? 
 some tea and preserves and home-made marmalade. 
 
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 No one paid any attention to Polozoff, the sub-lieuten- 
 ant. He shyly congratulated himself about this, as it left 
 him at liberty to gaze at his ease at Lisanka, for whose 
 beauty he had been quite unprepared. 
 
 The old uncle, as he sat listening to the conversation be- 
 tween his sister and the count, sought for opportunities to 
 interpolate some of his ancient reminiscences. Tourbine 
 smoked his cigar, as he drank his tea, and it was as much 
 as Lisanka could do to keep from coughing. The young 
 man made himself very agreeable, however, and talked 
 with a deal of animation. He very frequently interrupted 
 Anna Feodorovna, and soon monopolized the conversation. 
 There was one thing that seemed a little strange to his 
 hosts. He occasionally let slip some words which were a 
 trifle broad and free for the scrupulous circle in which he 
 found himself. They quite alarmed Anna Feodorovna, 
 and made Lisanka blush to the roots of her hair. 
 
 The count, however, did not appear to notice the effect 
 of his words. He calmly went on talking in his placidly 
 bright fashion. Lizanka silently poured out the tea, 
 and instead of giving the cups into the hands of the guests, 
 she set them down close to them. She had not yet re- 
 covered from her agitation, and she was listening eagerly 
 to the count's talk. 
 
 His stories and the little pauses that occurred in the 
 conversation, gradually restored the young girl's coolness. 
 She did not hear the sensible remarks which she had ex- 
 pected from the count, and s^e did not find that graceful- 
 ness about him which she had hoped for. As she handed 
 him his third cup of tea, she ventured with emboldened 
 
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 83 
 
 eyes to glance at him; he kept his gaze fixed upon her, and 
 looked at her smilingly as he talked. Then she even felt a 
 touch of hostility against him, and was almost inclined to 
 think that he not only failed to possess any extraordinary 
 merit, but that he was not even in any way superior to 
 those whom she had hitherto known, and that there was 
 really nothing in him to be afraid of. She could see noth- 
 ing but his tapering fingers and carefully trimmed nails 
 that was in any way exceptional. 
 
 Lisanka then grew quite at her ease, not, however, with- 
 out feeling some regret for her unrealized dream. How- 
 ever, she suddenly became aware that the sub-lieutenant 
 was gazing at her, and that disturbed her a little. “ Per- 
 haps it is he, and not the other one/’ she thought. 
 
 After tea, Anna Feodorovna conducted her guests into 
 another room, and sat down in her customary place. 
 C£ Perhaps you would like to go and rest, count?” she said. 
 Tourbine replied that he had no desire to do so. 
 
 “ What shall I do, then, to amuse you, my dear 
 friends?” continued Anna Feodorovna. “ Do you play 
 cards, count? YouTl be glad to take a hand, won't you, 
 brother?” 
 
 “ But you will play yourself, won't you, sister?” replied 
 the old gentleman. “ Let us all play together. What do 
 you say, count, and you, sir?” 
 
 The officers expressed their willingness to do whatever 
 
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 their hosts liked. Lisanka then went off to her room to 
 find a pack of cards which she used for purposes of divina- 
 tion whenever she wished to know whether her mother’s : 
 cold would soon pass away, or whether her uncle would be 
 late in returning from the town, or whether some neigh- ] 
 boring friend would return her call. She had had these 
 cards for a couple of months, but they were cleaner than 
 the pack which Anna Feodorovna habitually used. 
 
 “ However, perhaps you don’t care to play for small 
 stakes, gentleman?” the old uncle now remarked. “ Anna 
 Feodorovna and I always play for half copecks, and she 
 always wins. ” 
 
 “ Oh, whatever you like!” replied the count. 
 
 “ Well, we’ll play for copecks, as we’ve got our friends 
 here. I’m sure they’ll beat an old woman like me,” re- 
 marked Anna Feodorovna, sitting down in her arm-chair 
 and arranging the folds of her mantilla. 
 
 “ Perhaps 1 shall win,” she thought, for, with increas- 
 ing age, she had begun to feel something of a passion for 
 play. 
 
 “ Shall I show you how to play at ‘ Misery?’ It is a 
 very amusing game,” said Tourbine. 
 
 This was a new game, then very fashionable at St. 
 Petersburg, and the proposal pleased every one. The old 
 uncle asserted that he knew the game very well, and that 
 it was extremely like Boston, though he was afraid, he con- 
 fessed, that he had forgotten some of the rules. Anna 
 Feodorovna knew nothing at all about it, and it was only 
 after some long explanations that she smiled and nodded 
 her head approvingly, remarking that she now understood 
 
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 everything quite well, and that it was all perfectly clear to 
 her. 
 
 There was, consequently, a good deal of laughter when, 
 after this assertion, Anna Feodorovna, with merely an ace 
 and a king, called out “ Misery!” Then she grew con- 
 fused, and smiled, and at last acknowledged that she had 
 not quite got into the game as yet. Her losses were jotted 
 down, however, by the count, who carefully marked all the 
 points. He himself played with great skill and calcula- 
 tion, and did not appear to understand the jogs which the 
 sub-lieutenant gave him, or the motive of the gross errors 
 of play perpetrated by the young officer. 
 
 Lisanka brought in some marmalade, three sorts of pre- 
 serves, and stewed apples, and then stood behind her moth- 
 er’s chair, watching the play, and casting rapid glances at 
 the officers, especially at the count, who, with his white 
 fingers tipped with rosy nails, was handling and playing 
 his cards in a manner which was full of confidence and 
 grace, and told of long experience. 
 
 Anna Feodorovna soon lost her head again, and, out- 
 staking the others, she lost three times hi succession; and 
 when her brother asked her to jot down the points, she 
 seemed quite put out. 
 
 “ Oh, that’s nothing, mother; you’ll win it all back 
 again,” said Lisanka, with a smile, trying to extricate her 
 mother from her foolish position. 
 
 “ You must come and help me, Lisanka,” rejoined the 
 old lady, casting a nervous look at her daughter. “ I do 
 nothing but lose. ” 
 
 “ But I’m afraid I know no more about it than you do,” 
 
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 replied Lisanka, making a mental calculation of what her 
 mother had lost. “ You will lose a great deal if you go on 3 
 playing like that, and then you won’t have even sufficient 
 money left you to buy a new dress for Pimotchka,” she 
 continued, jokingly. 
 
 “ Yes, indeed, one might lose as much as ten roubles in 
 that way, ” said the sub-lieutenant, filing his eyes upon 
 Lisanka, and obviously desiring to engage her in conversa- 
 tion. 
 
 “ But aren’t we playing for bank roubles?” asked Anna 
 Feodorovna, glancing round at everybody. 
 
 “ I don’t know, I’m sure, what we are playing for. I 
 don’t know how you reckon in bank roubles,” rejoined the 
 count. “ How much is a bank rouble?” 
 
 “But no one counts in bank roubles now,” remarked 
 the uncle, who happened to be in luck. 
 
 Anna Feodorovna now ordered some champagne to be 
 brought; then she herself drank off a couple of glasses of 
 red wine, and seemed to abandon herself to fortune. A 
 tress of her hair had escaped from under her cap, but she 
 made no attempt to restore it to its proper place. She felt; 
 as though she had lost millions and was altogether ruined. 
 The sub-lieutenant jogged his companion under the table 
 more frequently than before, but the count paid no atten- 
 tion, continuing to note down the poor woman’s losses with 
 scrupulous exactitude. At last they rose up from the 
 table, despite Anna Feodorovna’s evident terror as to her 
 total losses, and her efforts to prove that the points ought 
 to be altered, as she had been under a mistake. She was 
 declared to have lost nine hundred and twenty points. 
 
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 €i That makes nine bank roubles, doesn't it?" she re- 
 peated several times. She could not grasp the full extent 
 of her losses, and her brother was obliged to explain to her 
 that she had lost thirty-two and a half bank roubles, and 
 that it was absolutely necessary that she should pay 
 them. 
 
 The count did not even count his winnings, but, as soon 
 as the play was over, he went up to the window near which 
 Lisanka was setting out some cold meats and pickled mush- 
 rooms for supper, and then he calmly and immediately did 
 that which the sub-lieutenant had been vainly trying to 
 accomplish all the evening. He entered into conversation 
 with the young girl, taking the weather as a preliminary 
 subject. 
 
 In the meantime Polozoff found himself in a very un- 
 pleasant position. Anna Feodorovna plainly manifested 
 her annoyance, now that the count had risen from the 
 card-table. Lisanka was no longer near by to restrain her 
 mother from giving vent to her vexation and bad temper. 
 
 “ I'm very sorry, I'm sure, that we have been the cause 
 of your losing so much," remarked Polozoff, for want of 
 something better to say. “ It makes me feel quite 
 ashamed. " 
 
 “ I believe you invented the game yourselves! I never 
 heard of it before!" exclaimed Anna Feodorovna. “ How 
 much have I lost in bank roubles?" she again demanded. 
 
 “ Thirty-two roubles and a half," replied the old gentle- 
 man, whose winnings had put him in a good humor. 
 “ Pay the money, my little sister, pay the money." 
 
 “ Yes, I will pay it, but you'll never get anything more 
 
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 out of me in that way. I shall not be able to make it up 
 all the rest of my life.” 
 
 Anna Feodoroyna then went off to her bedroom, coming 
 back shortly afterward with merely nine bank roubles in 
 her hand, and it was only upon the pressing insistence of 
 her brother that she at last resigned herself to pay the full 
 amount of her losses. 
 
 Polozoff felt somewhat afraid that Anna Feodoroyna 
 would say something unpleasant to him if he began to talk 
 to her again, and so, without making any further remark, 
 he retired to the open window where Lisanka and the 
 count were conversing. 
 
 Two candles had been placed upon the supper-table, and 
 their flames flickered every now and then in the warm 
 breeze of the May night. Through the window one could 
 see the garden bathed in a light which was very different 
 from that which streamed from the room. The full moon 
 had quite lost its yellowish tinge. It threw the tops of the 
 tall lime-trees into relief, and its pale glow flooded the fleecy 
 white clouds which for a moment occasionally veiled its 
 orb. The frogs were croaking in the pond, of which the 
 ruffled silvery surface could be seen gleaming through the 
 trees. A few birds were flitting about among the branches 
 of a lilac- tree which grew just beneath the window, gently 
 shaking its moist perfumed blossoms. 
 
 “ What a lovely evening!” the count had exclaimed, as 
 he came up to Lisanka. 
 
 Then he seated himself on the widow-sill. 
 
 “ You walk out a good deal, I suppose?” he continued. 
 
 “ Yes,” answered Lisanka, who no longer felt any con- 
 
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 fusion in talking to the count. “ I go out at seven o’clock 
 every morning to get the things which are required for the 
 house, with Pimotchka, who is my mother’s adopted 
 daughter. ” 
 
 “ A country-life is very pleasant,” remarked the young 
 man, sticking his eyeglass into his eye, and looking alter- 
 nately at the garden and at Lisanka. “ Do you ever go 
 out in the evenings, by moonlight?” 
 
 “ Not now; but formerly my uncle and I used to take a 
 walk every moonlighted night. He was then suffering from 
 a strange complaint, insomnia. When the moon was shin- 
 ing he was quite unable to go to sleep. The window of 
 his room is a low one and looks on to the garden, and the 
 moon shines full upon it. ” . 
 
 “ Ah, then, this room isn’t yours?” remarked the 
 count. 
 
 “ No, it is only mine for to-night. You have got my 
 room.” 
 
 iC Really! I shall, indeed, never be able to forgive my- 
 self for the inconvenience which I have caused you,” re- 
 joined the count, letting his eyeglass drop as a proof of his 
 sincerity. “ If I had only known — ” 
 
 “ On the contrary, indeed, I am very glad of the change. 
 My uncle’s room is so cheerful, and the window is so low. 
 I shall sit by it before going to bed, and I dare say I shall 
 take a little turn in the garden.” 
 
 “ What a delicious little maid!” thought the count, re- 
 placing his glass in his eye, and contemplating the young 
 girl. As he sat down again on the ledge of the window he 
 just touched her foot with his own. “ How cleverly she 
 
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 has let me understand that I may see her again to-night, 
 either in the garden or at this window," he thought. 
 
 Lisanka lost the greater part of her charm in the count's 
 eyes as soon as it appeared to him that she was so easily to 
 be won. 
 
 “ How delightful/' he next said, looking at the secluded 
 and shady walks, “ to spend an evening in this garden with 
 one one loves!" Lisanka appeared slightly confused by 
 this remark, and her confusion was increased by the count 
 again touching her foot with his own. Before she had 
 allowed herself time to think of what she was going to say, 
 she began to speak in the hope of concealing her embar- 
 rassment. 
 
 “Yes, it is very delightful to stroll about in the moon- 
 light," she said. 
 
 She was now beginning to feel a disagreeable impression. 
 She placed the cover on the jar of pickled mushrooms, and 
 was about to leave the window when the sub-lieutenant 
 came up. Wishing to see how the latter would conduct 
 himself toward her, she then remained where she was. 
 
 “ What a lovely evening!" remarked the young 
 officer. 
 
 “ Is the weather the only thing they can talk about, I 
 wonder?" thought Lisanka. 
 
 “What a beautiful view you have from here!" con- 
 tinued Polozoff. “ Only always seeing the same tiling 
 must grow a little monotonous, I suppose," he added, 
 feeling that in saying so he was shocking the others; but, 
 somehow or other, he experienced a pleasure in setting 
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 “ What makes you think that?'' rejoined Lisanka. 
 “ An eternal month of May or a dress that never wore out 
 might, perhaps, grow to weary one, but a beautiful garden 
 — never! Especially when we can have such lovely moon- 
 light walks here. From the window of my uncle's room 
 we can see the pond quite plainly, and I mean to have a 
 long look at it to-night. " 
 
 “ You have no nightingales, have you?" now asked the 
 count, annoyed that Polozoff's arrival had prevented him 
 from getting more definite particulars as to the time and 
 place of meeting. 
 
 “ Oh, yes! indeed, we have them constantly about in the 
 garden. Last year the man-servant caught one, and only 
 last week there was one singing beautifully, but unfortu- 
 nately the watchman frightened it as he passed by with his 
 rattle, and it has gone away. Three years ago, however, 
 my uncle and I heard one singing for hours in one of the 
 sheltered walks. " 
 
 “ What is this little prattler talking to you about?" now 
 said the old gentleman, coming up to the young people. 
 “ Are you ready for something to eat?" 
 
 After supper, during which the count highly praised all 
 tlie dishes, and showed a hearty appetite, thereby soothing 
 his hostess's ill-temper to some little extent, the two offi- 
 cers took their leave and retired to their room. The 
 count first pressed the old gentleman's hand, then Anna 
 Feodorovna's, but without kissing it, to the good lady's 
 great astonishment, and then, last of all, Lisanka's, gaz- 
 ing, as he did so, into the young girl's eyes, and smiled 
 
 pleasantly. His glance filled her with embarrassment. 
 
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 “ He is very good-looking,” she thought, “ but he is too 
 much wrapped up in himself.” 
 
 VI. 
 
 “ Really, aren't you ashamed of yourself?” said Polo- 
 zoff, when the two officers were alone again in their room. 
 “ I played purposely so as to lose, and I kept nudging you 
 so that you might do the same. You ought to be ashamed 
 of yourself! The old lady is quite put out about it. ” 
 
 The count broke out into a loud laugh. “ What a 
 funny old woman she is, and how angry she got, didn't 
 she?” said he. 
 
 Then he began to laugh so merrily again that his man, 
 Johann, who was standing near him, turned aside so that 
 he might be able to join in his master's hilarity without 
 being observed. 
 
 “ And so I'm the son of an old friend of the family,” 
 continued Tourbine, still laughing. “Ah! ah! ah!” 
 
 “ It's all very well for you to laugh in that way, but it 
 really wasn't right,” said the sub -lieutenant. “ I felt 
 quite sorry for her. ” 
 
 “What nonsense! You are young and foolish. Did 
 you expect me to lose? Why should I? I used to lose 
 quite sufficiently in the days when I didn't know how to 
 play. You must learn to take a practical view of life, and 
 not remain a simpleton forever. ” 
 
 Polozoff said nothing further. He wished to remain 
 alone with the image of Lisanka, who seemed to him a 
 being of perfect purity and perfect beauty. He undressed 
 
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 himself and lay down in the snowy,, downy bed which had 
 been prepared for him. 
 
 “ What vain folly all this military glory is!” he thought, 
 as he looked at the window, curtained by the shawl, 
 through which the pale moonlight was struggling. “ It 
 would be a truly happy life to live in some peaceful spot 
 like this with a pretty, unambitious, intelligent woman. 
 That is the only true and lasting happiness.” 
 
 However, he said nothing of his thoughts to his compan- 
 ion, and he never even mentioned the young girks name, 
 though he felt quite sure that the counts mind was as 
 much occupied with her as his own was. 
 
 “ Why don't you undress and get into bed?” he sudden- 
 ly asked Tourbine, who was pacing about the room. 
 
 “ I don't feel inclined for sleep yet awhile. Blow the 
 candle out if you like. I can get into bed without a light.” 
 
 Then the count began to pace about again. 
 
 “I don't feel inclined for sleep yet,” Polozoff repeated 
 mentally. He was more than ever under the count's in- 
 fluence, and yet he felt more than ever inclined to rebel 
 against that influence. “I can guess,” he continued, 
 mentally addressing Tourbine, “ I can guess very well 
 what thoughts are passing through that pomaded head of 
 yours just now. I could see that she took your fancy, but 
 you are not capable of understanding that pure and simple- 
 minded creature. What you want is a Mina, a Mina and a 
 pair of colonel's epaulets. I'll ask him if he liked her, 
 though. ” 
 
 The sub-lieutenant then turned toward the count, but 
 suddenly he thought better of his intention to question 
 
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 him. He realized that he would be incapable of discussing 
 the subject if he found that the count really looked upon 
 Lisanka in the light that he fancied he did; and that he 
 would indeed be quite unable to speak of her at alb so com- 
 pletely did he feel himself subject to Tourbine’s influence, 
 though it grew more painful and irksome every day. 
 
 “ Where are you going?” he asked, as he saw the count 
 take up his cigar-case and walk toward the door. 
 
 “ I’m just going down to the stables to see if everything 
 is all right. ” 
 
 “ That’s a strange idea!” thought Polozoff. However, 
 he put out the candle, and, trying to suppress his foolish 
 jealousy of his companion, he turned his face to the 
 wall. 
 
 In the meantime Anna Feodorovna having crossed her- 
 self, gave, according to her custom, an affectionate kiss to 
 her brother, her daughter, and her adopted daughter, and 
 then retired to her own room. 
 
 Not for a long time had the poor old lady experienced so 
 many and such strong emotions in one day. She could 
 not say her prayers with her accustomed serenity. She 
 could not free her mind of the thought of the late count, 
 and of the young dandy who had so shamelessly plundered 
 her. She proceeded to undress herself, however, drank the 
 half glass of cider which had been placed for her upon a 
 side-table, and then got into bed. Her pet cat had glided 
 softly into the room, and Anna Feodorovna began to fondle 
 it and listen to it purring, for she could not go to sleep. 
 
 “ It must be the cat which is keeping me awake!” she 
 suddenly said to herself, driving away the animal, which 
 
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 first fell lightly on to the floor,, and then, gently shaking 
 its bushy tail, sprung upon the stove. 
 
 Anna Feodor ovna’s maid, who was to sleep on the floor, 
 now came into the room with her mattress, and extin- 
 guished the candle after previously lighting a night-light. 
 Anna listened to the girl snoring, but sleep still refused to 
 come to her and calm her overexcited imagination. As 
 soon as she closed her eyes the image of the hussar rose up 
 before her, and, when she opened them again, the glimmer 
 of the night-light seemed to endow the different objects in 
 the room with a fantastic likeness of the count. The 
 warmth of her feather bed oppressed her, and the tick-tack 
 of the time-piece on the table at her side irritated her, as 
 did also the snoring of her maid. At last she awoke Ous- 
 tiouchka, and ordered her to give over snoring. Then her 
 thoughts again reverted to her daughter, the late count 
 and his son, and the preference which the former had 
 shown for her. Again she danced with him, and saw her- 
 self with the white, plump shoulders of former days, feel- 
 ing the pressure of Tourbine^s kisses upon her soft skin; 
 then suddenly she beheld her daughter in the arms of the 
 young count. 
 
 Oustiouchka now began to snore again. 
 
 “No, things are no longer what they used to be!” 
 mused Anna Feodorovna. “ There are no such people 
 now as there were once! The other count was ready to 
 throw himself into the fire for me, and I was well worthy 
 of him! But this one, I dare say, is sleeping soundly like 
 a booby, happy in the thought of his winnings to-night, 
 instead of dreaming of love. His father cried to me on his 
 
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 knees, ‘ What do you wish me to do? I will kill myself 
 here on the spot, if you wish it!* And he would have 
 killed himself if I had merely bid him do so.** 
 
 Suddenly a sound of muffled footsteps was heard in the 
 corridor, and Lisanka, pale and trembling — covered only 
 with a shawl — hurriedly entered her mother*s room, and 
 almost fell upon the bed. 
 
 After bidding her mother good-night, the young girl 
 had gone into her uncle*s room. She had there put on a 
 white dressing-cape, and covered her thick hair with a vol- 
 uminous handkerchief. Then she blew out the candle, 
 opened the window, and kneeling upon a chair, sat dream- 
 ily looking at the pond, which was sparkling in the silvery 
 rays of the moon. All her habitual occupations now ap- 
 peared to her in a different light than usual. Her capri- 
 cious old mother, her unreflecting love for whom had be- 
 come part of her very soul; her dear and cherished old 
 uncle; the servants, the moujiks who adored her, the cows 
 and the calves; all the natural beauty which had died and 
 come to life again so many times, and in the midst of 
 which her love for others and the love of others for her had 
 grown and increased; all the surroundings and associations 
 which had filled her soul with such peaceful tranquillity, 
 all these suddenly seemed to her something quite different 
 from what they had been. They now seemed monotonous 
 and unsatisfying. It was just as though some one had 
 suddenly said to her: “You are a little goose! For twenty 
 years you have lived satisfied with childish amusements, 
 you have been useful to others, perhaps, but you have 
 known nothing of life, nothing of real happiness V* 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 97 
 
 She gave herself up to thoughts like these as she sat gaz- 
 ing into the depths of the garden, which the fairy-like light 
 of the moon was flooding with a brighter glow than ever. 
 Whence came these thoughts? Certainly not, one would 
 imagine, from sudden love for the count; for, on the con- 
 trary, he had displeased her, and she had been more favor- 
 ably inclined toward the sub-lieutenant. But the latter 
 was plain, poor, and taciturn; and, in spite of herself, 
 Lisanka forgot all about him, whereas the count's face ever 
 presented itself to her mind. 
 
 4 6 But no, it isn't that," she thought. 
 
 The standard of her ideal was still further heightened by 
 the beauty of the evening, the peaceful silence of which 
 seemed to enhance the serene majesty of nature. She 
 wished this ideal she was thinking of to be pure and un- 
 blemished, proof against all commonplace frivolities and 
 taint of sin. * 
 
 Hitherto her isolation and the absence of any one likely 
 to think about her had caused her capacities for love, those 
 capacities with which Providence has impartially endowed 
 all of us, to remain dormant and unaroused. Now, how- 
 ever, she began to feel that she had lived too long that 
 
 dreamy life of which one becomes sadly conscious when one 
 
 * 
 
 awakes to the knowledge of possessing a heart capable of 
 joyous and unbounded love. 
 
 “ Can it really be," she wondered to herself, “ that I 
 have lost my youth and missed my happiness, and that I 
 shall never know it now, never, never? Can it really be 
 so?" 
 
 As she thus reflected she raised her eyes to heaven. 
 
98 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 Fleecy white clouds were skimming over the clear sky on 
 high, veiling the stars as they drifted onward toward the 
 moon. 
 
 “ If that little white cloud above the others passes over 
 the moon, then I shall know that it is so,” she said to her- 
 self. 
 
 A long narrow white band covered the lower half of the 
 satellite’s disk, and gradually the grass passed into deeper 
 and deeper shade. The tops of the lime-trees were still 
 illuminated, but the black shadows of the trees reflected in 
 the pond were becoming more and more indistinct. As 
 though in harmony with the mournful gloom that had 
 fallen over the scene, a gentle breeze murmured sadly past, 
 softly stirring the trees and wafting toward the window an 
 odor of damp leaves, moist earth, and lilac blossom. 
 
 “ No, it is not so,” she said, trying to reassure herself. 
 “ If the nightingale sings to-night, then I shall be sure 
 that my thoughts have been only so *much nonsense, and 
 that I am foolish to lose hope . 99 
 
 For a long time the young girl sat silently by the win- 
 dow. The sky was now flooded with the moonlight again, 
 and the face of nature was once more bright and beautiful; 
 though every now and then the drifting clouds kept eclips- 
 ing the moon and plunging the garden into gloom. 
 
 Lisanka soon began to feel drowsy as she sat by the open 
 window. She was suddenly awakened, however, by the 
 trills of the nightingale, which the gleaming surface of the 
 lake seemed to reflect as with a long sustained echo. She 
 opened her eyes. Thrilled with indescribable happiness, 
 she felt as if her whole soul were regenerated by this mys- 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 99 
 
 terious communion with nature, which spread itself out be- 
 fore her in all its serene tranquillity. She leaned on her 
 elbows, and a sensation of soft languid sadness pervaded 
 her heart. , Tears of a pure generous love which yearned 
 for satisfaction, kind consoling tears filled her eyes. She 
 laid her hands on the window-sill, and then let her head 
 drop down upon them. Words of loving prayer rose spon- 
 taneously from her heart to her lips, and, as she prayed, 
 her moistened eyes closed in sleep. 
 
 The touch of a hand upon her own, thrilling her with a 
 soft pleasant sensation, awoke her. All at once this hand 
 squeezed hers more tightly, and suddenly roused her to a 
 full consciousness of what was passing. She uttered a 
 scream, sprung up from her chair, and then, still trying to 
 make herself believe that it was not really the count whom 
 she had seen standing in front of her in the full moonlight, 
 she darted out of the room. 
 
 VII. 
 
 It was really the count. However, the hoarse cough of 
 the night watchman sounded behind the hedge, as though 
 in answer to the young girFs cry, and Tourbine, feeling 
 like a surprised thief, fled away and plunged into the ob- 
 scurity of the garden. 
 
 “ What a fool I am!” he suddenly exclaimed to himself. 
 “ I frightened her. I ought not to have been so sudden. 
 I ought to have aroused her gently by soft words, clumsy 
 idiot that I am!” 
 
 Then he stood still and listened. The watchman en- 
 
100 
 
 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 tered the garden through a little gate, dragging his staff 
 over the graveled walks. The count realized that he must 
 conceal himself, and he went down toward the pond. The 
 grasshoppers startled him by their jumping. Careless of 
 wetting his legs, he crouched down, and all the incidents of 
 the past few minutes crowded upon his mind. He thought 
 of how he had got over the hedge and looked about for the 
 window. Then he had seen a white figure. Several times 
 he had retired upon hearing slight noises; and then, an- 
 noyed at having to wait so long, he had mentally re- 
 proached the young girl for this delay in keeping her 
 appointment, an appointment which he had never ex- 
 pected her to make so readily. He had fancied that per- 
 haps her rustic shyness made her feign sleep, and so he had 
 resolved to approach her. Then he had suddenly fled 
 away again, but a moment or two afterward, feeling 
 ashamed of his cowardice, he had retraced his steps and 
 had touched her hand. 
 
 The watchman’s cough again sounded along the walks 
 of the garden, and then the little gate creaked on its hinges 
 as he went away. Lisanka’s window was now closed and 
 the blind drawn down. This caused the count intense 
 vexation. He would have given a deal to be able to begin 
 over again. He would not show such stupidity a second 
 time, he thought to himself. 
 
 “What a charming girl she is !” he reflected. “Such 
 freshness! She is very, very charming, and I have let her 
 escape me! Fool that I am!” 
 
 He gave up all thoughts of returning to bed, and strode 
 off straight ahead along the avenue of lime-trees, careless 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 101 
 
 of where he was going, but walking with an energetic stride 
 that betrayed his annoyance. However, even to him this 
 peaceful night imparted some portion of its soothing 
 charm, and his irritation speedily gave way to a kind of 
 tranquil sadness and a longing for a pure love. 
 
 The clayey path, dotted here and there with little tufts 
 of grass, was illuminated wherever the moon's rays could 
 pierce through the thick foliage. Several bent trunks, 
 coated with green moss, caught the moonbeams full on the 
 side; and a gentle rustle sighed through all the silvered 
 leaves. 
 
 All lights and sounds had now died away in the house; 
 only the nightingale could be heard filling the bright 
 silence with its song. 
 
 “Heavens! what a lovely night! what a lovely night!" 
 thought the count, as he inhaled the scented freshness of 
 the garden. “ I feel a sort of regretful feeling," he add- 
 ed, “ as though I were discontented with others and with 
 myself too; as though I were dissatisfied with the whole of 
 my life. Oh, what a charming girl she is! Perhaps I 
 have really vexed her." 
 
 The count's thoughts now grew somewhat confused, and 
 he had visions of himself and the young provincial beauty 
 standing in the garden in the strangest and most varied at- 
 titudes. Then his dear Mina's image took the place of 
 Lisanka's. 
 
 “ What an idiot I am! It would have been so easy for 
 me to put my arm round her waist and kiss her!" he 
 thought, and then, full of sorrowful regret, he returned to 
 his room. 
 
102 
 
 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 Polozoff was not yet asleep. On hearing the count enter, 
 he at once turned toward him. 
 
 “ Aren’t you asleep yet, Tourbine?” 
 
 “No.” 
 
 “ Shall I tell you what has happened to me?” 
 
 “Yes.” 
 
 “ Perhaps I had better not say anything about it, though. 
 Well, never mind. I’ll tell you. Just get a little further 
 to the other side.” 
 
 The count, who had now quite recovered from the regret 
 consequent upon his failure, sat down smilingly on his 
 comrade’s bed. 
 
 “You must know that the young lady of the house 
 made an appointment with me. ” 
 
 “ What do you say?” exclaimed Polozoff, suddenly start- 
 ing up. 
 
 “ Be quiet and listen. ” 
 
 “ When? how? where? It is impossible!” 
 
 “ This is how it happened. While you were making up 
 the accounts after the card-playing, she told me that to- 
 night she would be at the window, which is level with the 
 garden. You see what it is to be practical. While you 
 were chattering over your calculations with the old lady, I 
 was acting. You, yourself, heard her say, as she sat on 
 the window-sill, that she meant to enjoy the fresh air there 
 to-night.” 
 
 “ But she said that quite casually, and without meaning 
 anything by it.” 
 
 “I’m not quite so sure of that. Perhaps, indeed, she 
 didn’t like to come without some sort of pressing. That I 
 
TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 103 
 
 can’t quite tell, but something very unpleasant has hap- 
 pened/’ added the count. “ I have acted like a fool,” he 
 exclaimed in conclusion, smiling in scorn of himself. 
 
 “ Where have you been?” 
 
 The count then related his adventure, taking care, how- 
 ever, to say nothing about his hesitation in the garden and 
 under Lisanka’s window. 
 
 “ I have made a mess of the business entirely through 
 my own clumsiness. I ought to have shown more bold- 
 ness. She screamed and then rushed away.” 
 
 “ Ah, she screamed and rushed away, did she?” said the 
 sub-lieutenant, with a constrained smile, in answer to the 
 smile of the count which exercised such a strange influence 
 over him. 
 
 “ Yes. And now it is time we went to sleep.” 
 
 The sub-lieutenant again turned his back to the door, 
 and remained silent for some ten minutes. Heaven only 
 knows what thoughts were passing through his mind. 
 However, when he again turned round, his face wore an 
 expression of pain and decision. 
 
 “ Count Tourbine,” he said, in a choked voice. 
 
 “ Are you dreaming?” rejoined the count, quietly. 
 “ What is the matter, Sub-Lieutenant Polozoff ?” 
 
 “ Count Tourbine, you are a dishonorable man!” retort- 
 ed Polozoff, and so saying he sprung off his bed. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 On the following morning the squadron left the village. 
 The officers went away without taking leave of their hosts, 
 and they did not speak to each other. At the first halt 
 
104 
 
 TWO GENERATIONS. 
 
 they determined to fight; and when Captain Schultz* a 
 good fellow* an excellent horseman* and a favorite with the 
 whole regiment* was chosen by the count to act as his sec- 
 ond* he so managed to arrange matters that not only no 
 duel took place and nobody knew anything of what had 
 happened* but Tourbine and Polozoff* though there was 
 no longer the old friendly feeling between them* still con- 
 tinued to address each other with amicable familiarity* and 
 met each other as frequently as ever at table and at play. 
 
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