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After
sunset
the
wind
had
dropped
.
The
night
was
calm
and
fresh
.
Toward
midnight
the
voices
began
to
subside
,
a
cock
crowed
,
the
full
moon
began
to
show
from
behind
the
lime
trees
,
a
fresh
white
dewy
mist
began
to
rise
,
and
stillness
reigned
over
the
village
and
the
house
.
Pictures
of
the
near
past
--
her
father
's
illness
and
last
moments
--
rose
one
after
another
to
her
memory
.
With
mournful
pleasure
she
now
lingered
over
these
images
,
repelling
with
horror
only
the
last
one
,
the
picture
of
his
death
,
which
she
felt
she
could
not
contemplate
even
in
imagination
at
this
still
and
mystic
hour
of
night
.
And
these
pictures
presented
themselves
to
her
so
clearly
and
in
such
detail
that
they
seemed
now
present
,
now
past
,
and
now
future
.
She
vividly
recalled
the
moment
when
he
had
his
first
stroke
and
was
being
dragged
along
by
his
armpits
through
the
garden
at
Bald
Hills
,
muttering
something
with
his
helpless
tongue
,
twitching
his
gray
eyebrows
and
looking
uneasily
and
timidly
at
her
.
"
Even
then
he
wanted
to
tell
me
what
he
told
me
the
day
he
died
,
"
she
thought
.
"
He
had
always
thought
what
he
said
then
.
"
And
she
recalled
in
all
its
detail
the
night
at
Bald
Hills
before
he
had
the
last
stroke
,
when
with
a
foreboding
of
disaster
she
had
remained
at
home
against
his
will
.
She
had
not
slept
and
had
stolen
downstairs
on
tiptoe
,
and
going
to
the
door
of
the
conservatory
where
he
slept
that
night
had
listened
at
the
door
.
In
a
suffering
and
weary
voice
he
was
saying
something
to
Tíkhon
,
speaking
of
the
Crimea
and
its
warm
nights
and
of
the
Empress
.
Evidently
he
had
wanted
to
talk
.
"
And
why
did
n't
he
call
me
?
Why
did
n't
he
let
me
be
there
instead
of
Tíkhon
?
"
Princess
Mary
had
thought
and
thought
again
now
.
"
Now
he
will
never
tell
anyone
what
he
had
in
his
soul
.
Never
will
that
moment
return
for
him
or
for
me
when
he
might
have
said
all
he
longed
to
say
,
and
not
Tíkhon
but
I
might
have
heard
and
understood
him
.
Why
did
n't
I
enter
the
room
?
"
she
thought
.
"
Perhaps
he
would
then
have
said
to
me
what
he
said
the
day
he
died
.
While
talking
to
Tíkhon
he
asked
about
me
twice
.
He
wanted
to
see
me
,
and
I
was
standing
close
by
,
outside
the
door
.
It
was
sad
and
painful
for
him
to
talk
to
Tíkhon
who
did
not
understand
him
.
I
remember
how
he
began
speaking
to
him
about
Lise
as
if
she
were
alive
--
he
had
forgotten
she
was
dead
--
and
Tíkhon
reminded
him
that
she
was
no
more
,
and
he
shouted
,
'
Fool
!
'
He
was
greatly
depressed
.
From
behind
the
door
I
heard
how
he
lay
down
on
his
bed
groaning
and
loudly
exclaimed
,
'
My
God
!
'
Why
did
n't
I
go
in
then
?
What
could
he
have
done
to
me
?
What
could
I
have
lost
?
And
perhaps
he
would
then
have
been
comforted
and
would
have
said
that
word
to
me
"
And
Princess
Mary
uttered
aloud
the
caressing
word
he
had
said
to
her
on
the
day
of
his
death
.
"
Dear-est
!
"
she
repeated
,
and
began
sobbing
,
with
tears
that
relieved
her
soul
.
She
now
saw
his
face
before
her
.
And
not
the
face
she
had
known
ever
since
she
could
remember
and
had
always
seen
at
a
distance
,
but
the
timid
,
feeble
face
she
had
seen
for
the
first
time
quite
closely
,
with
all
its
wrinkles
and
details
,
when
she
stooped
near
to
his
mouth
to
catch
what
he
said
.
"
Dear-est
!
"
she
repeated
again
.
"
What
was
he
thinking
when
he
uttered
that
word
?
What
is
he
thinking
now
?
"
This
question
suddenly
presented
itself
to
her
,
and
in
answer
she
saw
him
before
her
with
the
expression
that
was
on
his
face
as
he
lay
in
his
coffin
with
his
chin
bound
up
with
a
white
handkerchief
.
And
the
horror
that
had
seized
her
when
she
touched
him
and
convinced
herself
that
that
was
not
he
,
but
something
mysterious
and
horrible
,
seized
her
again
.
She
tried
to
think
of
something
else
and
to
pray
,
but
could
do
neither
.
With
wide-open
eyes
she
gazed
at
the
moonlight
and
the
shadows
,
expecting
every
moment
to
see
his
dead
face
,
and
she
felt
that
the
silence
brooding
over
the
house
and
within
it
held
her
fast
.
"
Dunyásha
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
Dunyásha
!
"
she
screamed
wildly
,
and
tearing
herself
out
of
this
silence
she
ran
to
the
servants
'
quarters
to
meet
her
old
nurse
and
the
maidservants
who
came
running
toward
her
.
On
the
seventeenth
of
August
Rostóv
and
Ilyín
,
accompanied
by
Lavrúshka
who
had
just
returned
from
captivity
and
by
an
hussar
orderly
,
left
their
quarters
at
Yankóvo
,
ten
miles
from
Boguchárovo
,
and
went
for
a
ride
--
to
try
a
new
horse
Ilyín
had
bought
and
to
find
out
whether
there
was
any
hay
to
be
had
in
the
villages
.
