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god or a strong, young animal, delighting in the light and warmth and conscious joy of life, and in calm, pure, sensuous love.

After my recovery old Manuilikha became so intolerably snappish, met me with such undisguised malice, and, while I was sitting in the hut, moved the pots on the stove with such noisy exasperation, that Olyessia and I preferred to meet in the forest every evening.โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ And the stately green beauty of the pine-forest was the precious setting which adorned our tranquil love.

Every day with deeper and deeper wonder I discovered that Olyessia, the child of the forest who could not even read, showed in many things of life a delicate sensitiveness and a peculiar native refinement. There are always horrible sides to love, in its direct and coarser meaning, which are a torment and a shame to nervous artistic natures. But Olyessia could avoid them with such naive chastity that our love was never once spoiled by a single ugly thought, or one moment of cynicism.

Meanwhile the time of my departure was approaching. To tell the truth, all my official business at Perebrod was already at an end; but I had deliberately delayed my return to town. I had not yet breathed a word of this to Olyessia, for I was afraid even to imagine to myself how she would receive the news that I must go away. Habit had taken roots too deep in me. To see Olyessia every day, to hear her dear voice and musical laughter, to feel the tender beauty of her caresses, had come to be more than a necessity for me. On the rare days when stress of weather prevented us from meeting I felt exactly as though I had been lost, and deprived of what was chief and all-important in my life. Every occupation was tedious and useless to me, and my whole being craved for the forest, the warmth and the light, and Olyessiaโ€™s dear familiar face.

The idea of marrying Olyessia entered my head more and more insistently. At first it had only presented itself to me but rarely as a possible, and in extremities an honest, issue to our relationship. Only one thing alarmed and checked me. I dared not even imagine to myself what Olyessia would be like, fashionably dressed, chatting to the wives of my colleagues in the drawing-room, snatched away from the fascinating setting of the old forest, full of legends and mysterious powers.

But the nearer came the time for me to depart, the greater was the anguish and horror of loneliness which possessed me. My resolution to marry grew daily stronger in my soul, and finally I could no longer see it as a bold defiance of society. โ€œDecent, well-educated men marry dressmakers and servant-maids,โ€ I consoled myself, โ€œand they live happily together, and to the day of their death they thank the fate which urged them to this resolution. Shall I be unhappier than the others?โ€

Once in mid-June, towards evening, I was waiting for Olyessia, according to my habit, at the turn of a narrow forest path among the flowering whitethorn bushes. When she was far in the distance I made out the easy, quick sound of her steps.

โ€œHow are you, my darling?โ€ Olyessia said, embracing me and breathing heavily. โ€œHave I kept you waiting too long?โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ It was so hard to get away at the last.โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ Fighting with granny all the while.โ€

โ€œIsnโ€™t she reconciled yet?โ€

โ€œNever! She says to me: โ€˜Heโ€™ll ruin you.โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ Heโ€™ll play with you at his pleasure and then desert you.โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ He doesnโ€™t love you at allโ โ€”โ€™โ€Šโ€

โ€œSo thatโ€™s what she says about me?โ€

โ€œYes, darling, about you.โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ But I donโ€™t believe a single word of it all the same.โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆโ€

โ€œDoes she know everything?โ€

โ€œI couldnโ€™t say for sure.โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ But I believe she knows.โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ Iโ€™ve never spoken to her about itโ โ€”she guesses. But whatโ€™s the good of thinking about that.โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ Come.โ€

She plucked a twig of whitethorn with a superb spray of blossom and thrust it into her hair. We walked slowly along the path which showed faintly rosy beneath the evening sun.

The night before I had decided that I would speak out at all costs this evening. But a strange timidity lay like a weight upon my tongue. โ€œIf I tell Olyessia that I am going away and going to marry her,โ€ I thought, โ€œwill she not think that my proposal is only made to soothe the pain of the first wound?โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ But Iโ€™ll begin the moment we reach that maple with the peeled trunk,โ€ I fixed in my mind. We were already on a level with the maple. Pale with agitation I had begun to draw a deep breath to begin to speak, when my courage suddenly failed, and ended in a nervous painful beating of my heart and a chill on my lips. โ€œTwenty-seven is my number,โ€ I thought a few moments later. โ€œIโ€™ll count up to twenty-seven, and then!โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆโ€ I began to count to myself, but when I reached twenty-seven I felt that the resolution had not yet matured in me. โ€œNo,โ€ I said to myself, โ€œIโ€™d better go on counting to sixtyโ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ that will make just a minute, and then without fail, without failโ โ€”โ€

โ€œWhatโ€™s the matter with you today?โ€ Olyessia suddenly asked. โ€œYouโ€™re thinking of something unpleasant. What has happened to you?โ€

Then I began to speak, but with a tone repugnant to myself, with an assumed unnatural carelessness, just as though it were a trifling affair.

โ€œYes, it really is rather unpleasant.โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ You have guessed it, Olyessia.โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ You see, my service here is finished, and the authorities have summoned me back to town.โ€

I took a quick side-glance at Olyessia. The colour died away from her face and her lips quivered. She said not a word in reply. Some minutes I walked in silence by her side. The grasshoppers chattered noisily in the grass, and the strained monotonous note of a corncrake sounded somewhere afar.

โ€œOf course you understand, yourself, Olyessia,โ€ I again began, โ€œthat itโ€™s no good my staying here, besides thereโ€™s nowhere

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