DONNA KARAN CASHMERE : is it all for? '. . . Insarov, Mr. Insarov--upon my word I don't know how to write--still interests me, I should like to know what he has within, in his soul? He seems so open, so easy to talk to, but I can see nothing. Sometimes he looks at me with such searching eyes--or is that my fancy? Paul keeps teasing me. I am angry donna karan cashmere Paul. What does he want? He's in love with me . . . but his love's no good to me. He's in love with Zoya too. I'm unjust to him; he told me yesterday I didn't know how to be unjust by halves . . . that's true. It's very horrid. 'Ah, I feel one needs unhappiness, or poverty or sickness, or else one
DONNA KARAN CASHMERE : gets conceited directly. '. . . What made Andrei Petrovitch tell me to-day about those two Bulgarians! He told me it as it were with some intention. What have I to do with Mr. Insarov? I feel cross with Andrei Petrovitch. '. . . I take my pen and don't know how to begin. How unexpectedly he began to talk to me in the garden to-day! How friendly and confiding donna karan cashmere was! How quickly it happened! As if we were old, old friends and had only just recognised each other. How could I have not understood him before? How near he is to me now! And--what's so wonderful--I feel ever so much calmer now. It's ludicrous; yesterday I was angry with Andrei Petrovitch, and angry with him, I even called him _Mr. Insarov_,
DONNA KARAN CASHMERE : and to-day . . . Here at last is a true man; some one one may depend upon. He won't tell lies; he's the first man I have met who never tells lies; all the others tell lies, everything's lying. Andrei Petrovitch, dear good friend, why do I wrong you? No! Andrei Petrovitch is more learned than he is, even, perhaps more intellectual. But I don't know, he seems so donna karan cashmere beside him. When he speaks of his country he seems taller, and his face grows handsome, and his voice is like steel, and ... no ... it seems as though there were no one in the world before whom he would flinch. And he doesn't only talk. . . . he has acted and he will act I shall ask him. . . .
DONNA KARAN CASHMERE : How suddenly he turned to me and smiled! ... It's only brothers that smile like that! Ah, how glad I am! When he came the first time, I never dreamt that we should so soon get to know each other. And now I am even pleased that I remained indifferent to him at first. Indifferent? Am I not indifferent then now? . . . It's long since I have felt such inward peace. I feel so quiet, so quiet. And there's donna karan cashmere to write? I see him often and that's all. What more is there to write? '. . . Paul shuts himself up, Andrei Petrovitch has taken to coming less often. . . . poor fellow! I fancy he . . . But that can never be, though. I like talking to Andrei Petrovitch; never a word of self,
DONNA KARAN CASHMERE : always of something sensible, useful. Very different from Shubin. Shubin's as fine as a butterfly, and admires his own finery; donna karan cashmere butterflies don't do. But both Shubin and Andrei Petrovitch . , . I know what I mean. '. . . He enjoys coming to us, I see that. But why? what does he find in me? It's true our tastes are alike; he and I, both of us don't care for poetry; neither of us knows anything of art. But how much better he is than I! He is calm, I am in perpetual excitement; he has chosen his path, his aim--while I--where am I going? where is my home? He is calm, but all his thoughts are far away. The time will come, and he will leave us for ever, will go home, there over the sea.
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