Her mood, if pleasurably
pensive, was yet a little sad. It was so good to rest there, exposed to
the cool night wind, and listen with all her heart to the voice of one
man which to her ears sounded clearer and more masterful than the rest.
Meanwhile the din grew greater, and it was evident that each person
thought himself more cultivated and intelligent than his neighbours and
was striving to convert them. Matters at last became so unpleasant that
the most peaceable among them lost their tempers.
"If you judge like that," shouted Yourii, his eyes flashing, for he was
anxious not to yield in the presence of Sina, though she could only
hear his voice, "then we must go back to the origin of all ideas...."
"What ought we, then, in your opinion to read?" said the hostile
Goschienko.
"What you ought to read? Why, Confucius, the Gospels, Ecclesiastes ..."
"The Psalms and the Apocrypha," was the Polytechnic student's mocking
interruption.
Goschienko laughed maliciously, oblivious of the fact himself had never
read one of these works.
"Of what good would that be?" asked Schafroff in a tone of
disappointment.
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