Short Fiction, Ivan Bunin [reading women .TXT] 📗
- Author: Ivan Bunin
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All that followed after that unexpected meeting is known from the words of Emile himself, from his story, from his answers in cross-examination. “Yes, I came to Constantine out of the blue!” he said; “I came because I felt that the Powers of Heaven themselves could not stop me. In the morning of January 17 straight from the railway station, without any warning, I arrived at M. Maraud’s house and ran into the garden. I was overwhelmed by what I saw, but no sooner had I taken a step forward than she woke up. She seemed to be amazed both by the unexpectedness of my appearance and by what had been happening to her, but she uttered no cry. She looked at me like a person who has just woken up from a sound sleep, and then she got up, arranging her hair.
“It is just what I anticipated,” she said without expression; “you did not obey me!”
And with a characteristic movement she folded the wrap round her bosom, and taking my head in her two hands kissed me twice on the forehead.
I was bewildered with passionate ecstasy, but she quietly pushed me from her and said:
“Come, I am not dressed; I’ll be back presently; go to the children.”
“But, for the love of God, what was the matter with you just now?” I asked, following her on to the balcony.
“Oh, it was nothing, a slight faintness; I had been looking at the shining spoon,” she answered, regaining control of herself, and beginning to speak with animation. “But what have you done, what have you done!”
I could not find the children anywhere; it was empty and quiet in the house. I sat in the dining-room, and heard her suddenly begin to sing in a distant room in a strong, melodious voice, but I did not understand then the full horror of that singing, because I was trembling with nervousness. I had not slept at all all night; I had counted the minutes while the train was hurrying me to Constantine; I jumped into the first carriage I met, raced out of the station; I did not expect as I came to the town. … I knew I, too, had a foreboding that my coming would be fatal to us; but still what I saw in the garden, that mystical meeting, and that sudden change in her attitude towards me, I could not expect that! In ten minutes she came down with her hair dressed, in a light grey dress with a shade of blue in it.
“Ah,” she said, while I kissed her hand, “I forgot that today is Sunday; the children are at church, and I overslept. … After church the children will go to the pine-wood—have you ever been there?”
And, without waiting for my answer, she rang the bell, and told them to bring me coffee. She began to look fixedly at me, and, without listening to my replies, to ask me how I lived, and what I was doing; she began to speak of herself, of how, after two or three very bad months during which she had become “terribly old”—those words were uttered with an imperceptible smile—she now felt so well, as young, as never before. … I answered, listened, but a great
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