The Schoolmaster eBook

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come.  The time will come when of Granny’s house, where things are so arranged that the four servants can only live in one room in filth in the basement—­the time will come when of that house not a trace will remain, and it will be forgotten, no one will remember it.  And Nadya’s only entertainment was from the boys next door; when she walked about the garden they knocked on the fence and shouted in mockery:  “Betrothed!  Betrothed!”

A letter from Sasha arrived from Saratov.  In his gay dancing handwriting he told them that his journey on the Volga had been a complete success, but that he had been taken rather ill in Saratov, had lost his voice, and had been for the last fortnight in the hospital.  She knew what that meant, and she was overwhelmed with a foreboding that was like a conviction.  And it vexed her that this foreboding and the thought of Sasha did not distress her so much as before.  She had a passionate desire for life, longed to be in Petersburg, and her friendship with Sasha seemed now sweet but something far, far away!  She did not sleep all night, and in the morning sat at the window, listening.  And she did in fact hear voices below; Granny, greatly agitated, was asking questions rapidly.  Then some one began crying. . . .  When Nadya went downstairs Granny was standing in the corner, praying before the ikon and her face was tearful.  A telegram lay on the table.

For some time Nadya walked up and down the room, listening to Granny’s weeping; then she picked up the telegram and read it.

It announced that the previous morning Alexandr Timofeitch, or more simply, Sasha, had died at Saratov of consumption.

Granny and Nina Ivanovna went to the church to order a memorial service, while Nadya went on walking about the rooms and thinking.  She recognized clearly that her life had been turned upside down as Sasha wished; that here she was, alien, isolated, useless and that everything here was useless to her; that all the past had been torn away from her and vanished as though it had been burnt up and the ashes scattered to the winds.  She went into Sasha’s room and stood there for a while.

“Good-bye, dear Sasha,” she thought, and before her mind rose the vista of a new, wide, spacious life, and that life, still obscure and full of mysteries, beckoned her and attracted her.

She went upstairs to her own room to pack, and next morning said good-bye to her family, and full of life and high spirits left the town—­as she supposed for ever.


I am a serious person and my mind is of a philosophic bent.  My vocation is the study of finance.  I am a student of financial law and I have chosen as the subject of my dissertation—­the Past and Future of the Dog Licence.  I need hardly point out that young ladies, songs, moonlight, and all that sort of silliness are entirely out of my line.

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