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The next day I got up early, cut ht I would walk off ht and not too hot, a fresh sportive breeze roved over the earth with tes a-flutter and harassing nothing I wandered a long while over hills and through woods; I had not felt happy, I had left ho myself up to melancholy, but youth, the exquisite weather, the fresh air, the pleasure of rapid rass in a solitary nook, gained the upper hand; the otten words, those kisses, forced itself once more upon my soul It eet to me to think that Zina&iue, my heroism' Others may seem better to her than I,' I mused, 'let them! But others only say what they would do, while I have done it And what an picturing to myself hoould save her from the hands of enemies; how, covered with blood I would tear her by force froing in our drawing-roo away Matilda--but at that point my attention was absorbed by the appearance of a speckled woodpecker who climbed busily up the slender stem of a birch-tree and peeped out uneasily froht, then to the left, like a'Not the white snows,' and passed fro well known at that period: 'I await thee, when the wanton zephyr,' then I began reading aloud Yeredy Imyself in a sentimental vein, and invented the line which was to conclude each verse: 'O Zina&iuet no further with it Meanwhile it was getting on towards dinner-ti through it led to the town I walked along this path The dull thud of horses' hoofs resounded behind me I looked round instinctively, stood still and took offside by side My father was saying soht over to her, his hand propped on the horses' neck, he was s Zinaïda listened to hihtly pressed together At first I saw theht round a bend in the glade, he earing a hussar's uniforallant horse tossed its head, snorted and pranced fro hiathered up the reins, moved away froalloped offByelovzorov flew after the behind him 'He's as red as a crab,' I reflected, 'while shewhy's she so pale? out riding the whole , and pale?'