And together with the Yamkas perished
also the house, familiar to us, of the stout, old, pale-eyed Anna
Markovna.
CHAPTER II.
The passenger train sped merrily from the south to the north,
traversing golden fields of wheat and beautiful groves of oak,
careering with rumbling upon iron bridges over bright rivers,
leaving behind it whirling clouds of smoke.
In the COUPE of the second class, even with open windows, there
was a fearful stuffiness, and it was hot. The smell of sulphurous
smoke irritated the throat. The rocking and the heat had
completely tired out the passengers, save one, a merry, energetic,
mobile Hebrew, splendidly dressed, accommodating, sociable and
talkative. He was travelling with a young woman, and it was at
once apparent, especially through her, that they were newly-weds;
so often did her face flare up with an unexpected colour at every
tenderness of her husband, even the least. And when she raised her
eyelashes to look upon him, her eyes would shine like stars, and
grow humid. And her face was as beautiful as only the faces of
young Hebrew maidens in love can be beautiful--all tenderly rosy,
with rosy lips, rounded out in beautiful innocence, and with eyes
so black that their pupils could not be distinguished from the
irises.
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