Saveliitch exclaimed, joy painted on his face--
"He is coming to himself!
"He is coming to himself!
Pushkin - Daughter of the Commandant
I
recollected my duel and guessed without any difficulty that I had been
wounded. At this moment the door creaked slightly on its hinges.
"Well, how is he getting on? " whispered a voice which thrilled through
me.
"Always the same still," replied Saveliitch, sighing; "always
unconscious, as he has now been these four days. "
I wished to turn, but I had not strength to do so.
"Where am I? Who is there? " I said, with difficulty. Marya Ivanofna came
near to my bed and leaned gently over me.
"How do you feel? " she said to me.
"All right, thank God! " I replied in a weak voice. "It is you, Marya
Ivanofna; tell me--"
I could not finish.
Saveliitch exclaimed, joy painted on his face--
"He is coming to himself! --he is coming to himself! Oh! thanks be to
heaven! My father Petr' Andrejitch, have you frightened me enough? Four
days! That seems little enough to say, but--"
Marya Ivanofna interrupted him.
"Do not talk to him too much, Saveliitch; he is still very weak. "
She went away, shutting the door carefully.
I felt myself disturbed with confused thoughts. I was evidently in the
house of the Commandant, as Marya Ivanofna could thus come and see me! I
wished to question Saveliitch; but the old man shook his head and turned
a deaf ear. I shut my eyes in displeasure, and soon fell asleep. Upon
waking I called Saveliitch, but in his stead I saw before me Marya
Ivanofna, who greeted me in her soft voice. I cannot describe the
delicious feeling which thrilled through me at this moment, I seized her
hand and pressed it in a transport of delight, while bedewing it with my
tears. Marya did not withdraw it, and all of a sudden I felt upon my
cheek the moist and burning imprint of her lips.
recollected my duel and guessed without any difficulty that I had been
wounded. At this moment the door creaked slightly on its hinges.
"Well, how is he getting on? " whispered a voice which thrilled through
me.
"Always the same still," replied Saveliitch, sighing; "always
unconscious, as he has now been these four days. "
I wished to turn, but I had not strength to do so.
"Where am I? Who is there? " I said, with difficulty. Marya Ivanofna came
near to my bed and leaned gently over me.
"How do you feel? " she said to me.
"All right, thank God! " I replied in a weak voice. "It is you, Marya
Ivanofna; tell me--"
I could not finish.
Saveliitch exclaimed, joy painted on his face--
"He is coming to himself! --he is coming to himself! Oh! thanks be to
heaven! My father Petr' Andrejitch, have you frightened me enough? Four
days! That seems little enough to say, but--"
Marya Ivanofna interrupted him.
"Do not talk to him too much, Saveliitch; he is still very weak. "
She went away, shutting the door carefully.
I felt myself disturbed with confused thoughts. I was evidently in the
house of the Commandant, as Marya Ivanofna could thus come and see me! I
wished to question Saveliitch; but the old man shook his head and turned
a deaf ear. I shut my eyes in displeasure, and soon fell asleep. Upon
waking I called Saveliitch, but in his stead I saw before me Marya
Ivanofna, who greeted me in her soft voice. I cannot describe the
delicious feeling which thrilled through me at this moment, I seized her
hand and pressed it in a transport of delight, while bedewing it with my
tears. Marya did not withdraw it, and all of a sudden I felt upon my
cheek the moist and burning imprint of her lips.
