Of course, that's all right. And give a
look, girlies, why, she's all wet. Oh, what a booby! Well! Lively!
Undress yourself! Little White Manka, or you, Tamarochka, give her
dry drawers, warm stockings and slippers. Well, now," she turned
to Liubka, "tell us, you idiot, all that happened to you!"
CHAPTER IX.
On that early morning when Lichonin so suddenly, and, perhaps,
unexpectedly even to himself, had carried off Liubka from the gay
establishment of Anna Markovna it was the height of summer. The
trees still remained green, but in the scent of the air, the
leaves, and the grass there was already to be felt, as though from
afar, the tender, melancholy, and at the same time bewitching
scent of the nearing autumn. With wonder the student gazed at the
trees, so clean, innocent and quiet, as though God, imperceptibly
to men, had planted them about here at night; and the trees
themselves were looking around with wonder upon the calm blue
water, that still seemed slumbering in the pools and ditches and
under the wooden bridge thrown across the shallow river; upon the
lofty, as though newly washed sky, which had just awakened, and,
in the glow of dawn, half asleep, was smiling with a rosy, lazy,
happy smile in greeting to the kindling sun.
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