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Artzybashev, Mikhail Petrovich, 1878-1927

"Sanine"

Novikoff and
Sanine came to her silently across the grass. She could not discern
their faces in the dusk, yet she felt that the dreaded moment was at
hand. She turned very pale, and it seemed as if life was about to end.
"There!" said Sanine, "I have brought Novikoff to you. He will tell you
himself all that he has to tell. Stay here quietly, while I will go and
get some tea."
Turning on his heel, he walked swiftly away, and for a moment they
watched his white shirt as he disappeared in the gloom. So great was
the silence that they could hardly believe that he had gone farther
than the shadow of the surrounding trees.
"Lidia Petrovna," said Novikoff gently, in a voice so sad and touching
that it went to her heart.
"Poor fellow," she thought, "how good he is."
"I know everything, Lidia Petrovna," continued Novikoff, "but I love
you just as much as ever. Perhaps some day you will learn to love me.
Tell me, will you be my wife?"
"I had better not say too much about _that_," he thought, "she must
never know what a sacrifice I am making for her."
Lida was silent.


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