They walked up and down the boulevard once or twice, meeting no one
they knew, and they listened to the band which was playing as usual in
the garden. It was a very poor performance; the music being harsh and
discordant, but at a distance it sounded languorous and sad. They only
met men and women joking and laughing, whose noisy merriment seemed at
variance with the mournful music and the dreary evening. It irritated
Yourii. At the end of the boulevard Sanine joined them, greeting them
effusively. Yourii did not like him, so conversation was scarcely
brisk. Sanine kept on laughing at everybody he saw. Later on they met
Ivanoff, and Sanine went off with him.
"Where are you going?" asked Novikoff.
"To treat my friend," replied Ivanoff, producing a bottle of vodka
which he showed to them in triumph.
Sanine laughed.
To Yourii this vodka and laughter seemed singularly coarse and vulgar.
He turned away in disgust. Sanine observed this, but said nothing.
"God, I thank Thee, that I am not as other men," exclaimed Ivanoff
mockingly.
Yourii reddened, "A stale joke like that into the bargain!" he thought,
as, shrugging his shoulders contemptuously, he walked away.
"Novikoff, guileless Pharisee, come along with us!" cried Ivanoff.
"What for?" "To have a drink."
Novikoff glanced round him ruefully, but Lida was not to be seen.
"Lida is at home, doing penance for her sins!" laughed Sanine.
"What nonsense!" exclaimed Novikoff testily. "I've got to see a
patient..."
"Who is quite able to die without your help," said Ivanoff. "For that
matter, we can polish off the vodka without your help, either."
"Suppose I get drunk?" thought Novikoff. "All right! I'll come," he
said.
As they went away, Yourii could hear at a distance Ivanoff's gruff bass
voice and Sanine's careless, merry laugh. He walked once more along the
boulevard. Girlish voices called to him through the dusk. Sina
Karsavina and the school-mistress Dubova were sitting on a bench. It
was now getting dark, and their figures were hardly discernible. They
wore dark dresses, were without hats, and carried books in their hands.
Yourii hastened to join them.
"Where have you been?" he asked.
"At the library," replied Sina.
Without speaking, her companion moved to make room for Yourii who would
have preferred to sit next to Sina, but, being shy, he took a seat
beside the ugly schoolteacher, Dubova.
"Why do you look so utterly miserable?" asked Dubova, pursing up her
thin, dry lips, as was her wont.