WOODEN WALKING STICK : Nejdanov took the staff without a word and went out. Tatiana wanted to go out too, but Mariana stopped her. "Wait a minute, Tatiana Osipovna. I want you." "I'll be back directly with the samovar. Your friend has gone off without tea, he wooden walking stick in such a mighty hurry. But that is no reason why you should not have any. Later on things will be clearer." Tatiana went out and Solomin also rose. Mariana was standing with her back to him, but when at last she turned towards him, rather surprised that he had not said a single word, she saw in his face, in his eyes that were fixed on her, an expression she had not seen there before; an expression of inquiry, anxiety, almost of curiosity. She became confused and blushed again. Solomin,
WOODEN WALKING STICK : too, was ashamed of what she had read in his face and began talking louder than was his wont. "Well, well, Mariana, and so you have made a beginning." "What sort of beginning, Vassily Fedotitch? Do you call this a beginning? Alexai was right. It's as if we were acting a farce." Solomin sat down again. "But, Mariana . . . what did you picture the beginning to be like? Not standing behind the barricades waving a flag and shouting, 'Hurrah for the republic!' Besides, that is not a woman's work. Now, today you will begin teaching some Lukeria, wooden walking stick good for her, and a difficult matter it will be, because you won't understand your Lukeria and she won't understand you, and on top of it she will imagine that what you
WOODEN WALKING STICK : are teaching is of no earthly use to her. In two or three weeks you will try your hand on another Lukeria, and meanwhile you will be washing a baby here, teaching another the alphabet, or handing some sick man his medicine. That will be your beginning." "But sisters of mercy do that, Vassily Fedotitch! What is the use of all this, then?" Mariana pointed to herself and round about with a vague gesture. "I dreamt of something else." "Did you want to wooden walking stick yourself? " Mariana's eyes glistened. Yes, yes, yes!" "And Nejdanov?" Mariana shrugged her shoulders. "What of Nejdanov? We shall go together. . . or I will go alone." Solomin looked at her intently. "Do you know, Mariana . . . excuse the coarse expression . . . but, to my mind, combing the scurfy head of a gutter child is a
WOODEN WALKING STICK : sacrifice; a great sacrifice of which not many people are capable." "I would not shirk that, Vassily Fedotitch." "I know you would not. You are capable wooden walking stick doing that and will do it, until something else turns up. "But for that sort of thing I must learn of Tatiana!" "You could not do better. You will be washing pots and plucking chickens . . . And, who knows, maybe you will save your country in that way!" "You are laughing at me, Vassily Fedotitch." Solomin shook his head slowly. "My dear Mariana, believe me, I am not laughing at you. What I said was the simple truth. You are already, all you Russian women, more capable and higher than we men." Mariana raised her eyes. "I would like to live up to your idea of us, Solomin . . . and
WOODEN WALKING STICK : then I should be ready to die." Solomin stood up. "No, it is better to live! That's the main thing. By the way, would you like to know what is happening at the Sipiagins? Won't they do anything? You have only to drop Pavel a hint and he will find out everything in a wooden walking stick Mariana was surprised. "What a wonderful person he is!" "Yes, he certainly is wonderful. And should you want to marry Alexai, he will arrange that too with Zosim, the priest. You remember I told you about him. But perhaps it is not necessary as yet, eh? " No, not yet." "Very well." Solomin went up to the door dividing the two rooms, Mariana's and Nejdanov's, and examined the lock. "What are you doing?" Mariana asked. "Does it lock all right?
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