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Show 220 'l‘lll'l l)1\ltl\' l9tllllCS'l‘ 82((‘71 111e1nories of herl M the last she eried his natnel He is so much a grander man than ll Fine in every way! llid l say that she would laugh? No, no . . . that never. lint she will say: ‘l'oor Andrey Vassilieviteh l~ She will pity 111el . . . I think that l would be happier it' I did not see my friend. But I cannot leare him. . . . We tall; at her often. And yet he despises me and wonders that she can have loved me. . . 1 had a tear lest Andrey Vassilieviteh should ery. He seemed so desolate there. giving; strange little sell-inmortant coughs and snili‘s, beating the ground with his smart little military boot. Across the river the blael; wall of cloud had returned and now hung above the forest of S 7, that lay sullenly, in its shadow, forbidding and Tlllt‘li, itself like a (cloud. The world was ('old, the Nestor like a snake. . . . I shivered, seized by some sudden sense of eo111ing disaster I did not, i remember, pay the event any I S especial attention. I went with Anna I'etrovna to the eholera village that is on the outskirts of the forest, and l reeolleet that we hastened back heaiuse that eveningr we were to (-elebrate the emielusion ot' the first six months' work of our ()triad. Of my entranee into the forest- I remember absolutely nothing: it seemed, I suppose, an ordinary enough forest to me. 0t the festivities in the and trouble. The evening's there were often strangely chill. "Lt‘mli," cried Andrey Vassilieviteh, starting to his feet. "There's Marie Ivanovna l" evening I have a very elear reeolleetion. I remember that it was‘the loveliest summer weather, not too hot, with a little breeze coming: tip from the river, and the green I turned and saw her standingr there, smiling at its, silently and without movement, like an apparition. glitteringr on every side id as with the ipiiver ot' flashingr CHAPTER II lIARIE IVAN OVNA T was on July ‘23 that T first entered the Forest of water. lln the little garden outside our hou<e a table had been improvised and on this were a large gilt ilm11, a vase of tlowers in a hideous purple jaia and two tall eandles \\ho.~e tlanaw limlxt'll unreal and thin in the sunlight. 'l'here was the priest. a line stout 1112111 with a ban: lilai-k heard and hair talline' below his shoulder-a i-lothed in silk ot gold and purple, waving a eenser, nionotoninu' the prayers, high in a of satiltal". liiis~ian 1111!! t"\‘t‘ with tenor, 1111 the one eandli-s eye lilim'tl on the choir liy' thi} Willi], the liree/e llt";lil\\llllv‘ playing- irreverent, jt‘wtw' on his then there was the whoresplendid .‘lxll'l‘ of :old. gation in three groups. The, tir.~.t gronp'rtwo generals, two 2‘37 |