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August 21, 2008
AND so,i was leaving for Kazan,to study at the high school------no less!
The thought of high school studies had been put into my head by a Gymnasium student,N.Yevreinov------a lovable youth,very handsome,with the tender eyes of a woman.He lived in an attic room in the same house with me.Seeing me often with a book under my arm ,he grew so interested as to seek my acquaintance;and it was not long before he begain to urge it upon me that i possessed an extraordinary gift for learing.
"Nature created you to further science,"he declared,tossing his long hair back in graceful emphasis.
i did not yet know, then , that one might further science in the capacity of guinea pig ;and Yevreinov made it so very clear that it was just such lads as i the universities were lacking.The momory, of course, was evoked as a shining example.In Kazan, Yevreinov said,i would stay with him, studying thorgh the autumn and winter to master the Gymnasium programme.Then i would take 'some few' exams------that was just how he put it :'some few':the University would grant me a scholarship.And in five years or so i would be a learned man.It was all very simple, forYevreinov was nineteen,and his heart was so kind..
He passed his examinations and left.Some two weeks later,Ifollowed.In parting,Granny told me:Don't you be cross with people.You are always so cross.Stern,You are getting to be,anddemanding.That comes down to you from your Grandfather.And--well,what's your grandfather?Lived nowhere,the poor old man.You keep one thing in mind:it"s not God that judges men.That"s the devil's pastime.Well,good--bye......
And, brushing the scant tears from her dark,flabby cheeks,she said:"We won't be meet again,You'll be moving farther and farther off,restless soul, and i'll be dying.i had drifted away from my dear grandmother of late,seeing her only rarely;but now it came to me with sudden pain that i would never again meet a friend so close,so much a part of me.
From the stern of the boat i looked back to where she stood,at the edge of the pier crossing herself and,with the corner of her worn old shawl,drying her face and her dark eyes,bright withinextinguishable love of man.
The thought of high school studies had been put into my head by a Gymnasium student,N.Yevreinov------a lovable youth,very handsome,with the tender eyes of a woman.He lived in an attic room in the same house with me.Seeing me often with a book under my arm ,he grew so interested as to seek my acquaintance;and it was not long before he begain to urge it upon me that i possessed an extraordinary gift for learing.
"Nature created you to further science,"he declared,tossing his long hair back in graceful emphasis.
i did not yet know, then , that one might further science in the capacity of guinea pig ;and Yevreinov made it so very clear that it was just such lads as i the universities were lacking.The momory, of course, was evoked as a shining example.In Kazan, Yevreinov said,i would stay with him, studying thorgh the autumn and winter to master the Gymnasium programme.Then i would take 'some few' exams------that was just how he put it :'some few':the University would grant me a scholarship.And in five years or so i would be a learned man.It was all very simple, forYevreinov was nineteen,and his heart was so kind..
He passed his examinations and left.Some two weeks later,Ifollowed.In parting,Granny told me:Don't you be cross with people.You are always so cross.Stern,You are getting to be,anddemanding.That comes down to you from your Grandfather.And--well,what's your grandfather?Lived nowhere,the poor old man.You keep one thing in mind:it"s not God that judges men.That"s the devil's pastime.Well,good--bye......
And, brushing the scant tears from her dark,flabby cheeks,she said:"We won't be meet again,You'll be moving farther and farther off,restless soul, and i'll be dying.i had drifted away from my dear grandmother of late,seeing her only rarely;but now it came to me with sudden pain that i would never again meet a friend so close,so much a part of me.
From the stern of the boat i looked back to where she stood,at the edge of the pier crossing herself and,with the corner of her worn old shawl,drying her face and her dark eyes,bright withinextinguishable love of man.
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