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Show 050 ('OUDIPd 'l‘lll‘l ll.\l.'l\' . . . l'ittlll‘s'l' TH E l"(_)lil<IS'l‘ individualiti: s‘. tlt‘t‘sott;tlili1'-‘ \\'t'l"‘1°‘.\'tlllt1\\'t‘d up 111 the sweeping lll'fél'll",\' ot' a g'l'l‘ut <'littt;‘\. 1 \ikitiu . simply told me that a turious lm‘t e was raging some ten versts on the other side ol‘ the river. that we were to 1:0 at onee to form a teuitnirary lrwstvi‘ial lu'liittd the lines ii] the Forest: that the nurses and the rot ol‘ the "triad would remain in \littfivo to wait tor the main tide ot' the wounded, hut that we were to go liorwaril to help the armv deetors. He spoke very quittly. \Ve said nothing ot' .\l:1'ie l'ans ovna. I dressed qttiekly and on going out haunt the wagons waiting. some fifteen or twenty rillliiill'S and 'l‘reuehard and Andrey Vassilieviteh. 'l‘he tour of 11s elimhed into one of the wagons and set ofi". l did not see Seiiiyonov. Trenehard was pale. there were heavy hlaek lines under his eyes-hut he seemed ealm. and hi stored in l'i'ont‘ of him as though he were :hsorhed liy some eoneentrand self-eontt‘ol. For the first time in my experienee of him he seemed to me a strongr independent eharaeter. "'0 did not speak at all. l eould see that Andrey Vas- silieviteh was nervous: his eyes were anxious and now and then he moistened his lips \'\lll1 his tongue. \Vhen we had crossed the river and hee‘an to elimh the hill I knew that I 23L 111on1e11t closed my eyes. I felt as though I eould not face the horrible plaee. then sunnnoaing my control I boldly ehallena'ed it, surveying: it's long hrt 1ken indoxvs, its: high doorway, its sunny, insulting garden. "Ye were met by the stout doetor, whom I had seen hel'ore. As he is, of some inngortanee in the events that, followed I will mention his name K1'111st1'111ti11e I‘deotloroviteh Kryllow. He was large and stout, a true, tussian type, with a 111erry la unhing taee. lle had the true Ituswtan spirit of. u11eon<pten1l>le irrational 111erri111e11t. He laughed at everything" with the naiety ol :1 man who tiuds life, too preposterous: for words. lle had all the Itussian untidyneszs, kindness of heart, gay, ironieal pessimism. "Tosmorrow" was a word unknown to him: nothing was saered to him, and yet; at times it seemed as though life were so holy, so 111yste1'ious, that the only way to keep it lit-om eareless eyes was hy laughing at it. He had no prineiples, no plans, no prejudiees, no reverenees. It he wished to sleep for a week he would do so, it' he, wished to eat tor a veek he wottld do so. If he died to'tnttl‘l'ow he did not care . . . it was all st) 1'1l,1surdthat it was not. worth while to give it any attention. lle would grow very tat. he would die she would love women, play cards, drink, quarrel. give his life for a sentimental moment. pour every It was: looking heautit'ul under the early l'arthina' ol' his possessions into the lap of a friend, ineur morning sun. its green so delieate and :4 ear, its soft delits whit-h he would not pay, quarrel wildly with a man shadows so cool, its hirds: singing so carelessly, the silver alvont a ronhle. r anemher things that you \\'-)ttl1lt‘X[)t‘(‘l' him hirehes, lines of light against. the dark spaees: hut this was to l'ol‘e‘et. l'oraet everything that he should ren1e111l1e1~~11 all to me now as though it had heen arranged hy some ironic ["192111, a saint. a lilaelqanard, a herosr a1131hingyott please hand. >«o loin," as (\‘1111 do tlv‘vt Itllxt' it :~( t‘it'tll."~'l"{. 711110] the Forest. It knew well enough who had died there yesterday and it was preparing now, hehind its hlaek reeesses, a rich this morning he was dirty and looked as though he had harvest for its malieious spirit. "'0 passed through the cholera village and reaehed the white house of )‘CSLCTdZW at >lt‘11t for many nights without taking: oll‘ his elothesr 11117 sliaven, his shirt 1111111 showing his hairy ehest, his eyes about ten o'clock. liiintine in the liuh t. As we clattered up to the door I for 21 ( |
