It thrilled beneath the warm light breath of the wind, and its surface became covered with faint ripples2, reflecting dazzingly the sun; whilst, with its thousand silvery lips it laughed back to the sky. The vast space between the sea and the sky seemed filled with the joyful3 hum of wave-voices, rippling4 up, one after the other, over the flat shore of the sandy cape5. This sound blended with the flashes of sunlight, reflected a thousandfold by the sea, and melted harmoniously6 into one ceaseless agitation7 full of living joy. The sky was happy as it poured forth8 light; the sea was happy as it reflected the glory of the sunlight.
The wind caressed9 the smooth powerful bosom10 of the sea, warmed by the sun's ardent11 rays; and the ocean seemed to sigh as if fatigued12 with these amorous13 caresses14; it filled the burning air with the salt smell of its emanations. The greenish waves, lapping the yellow sands, tossed forwards the white froth of their crests15, which melted with gentle hissing16 sounds, moistening the foreshore....
The long narrow tongue of earth resembled some enormous tower which had fallen on to its side into the sea. Its slender point was planted in the vast solitude17 of the water, laughing up to the sun; whilst its base seemed lost in the distance, where a warm haze18 hid the mainland. There came from thence with the breeze a heavy smell, incomprehensible and offensive out here, in the midst of the wild pure sea, under the dome19 of clear blue sky.
Fixed20 in the sand, which seemed in part covered with fish-scales, were wooden posts. From these fishing-nets hung to dry, casting delicate shadows, fine and light as spiders-webs. A few large boats and one smaller one lay in a line on the beach, and the waves as they ran up towards them seemed to be calling them.
Oars21, coils of rope, and barrels lay about in disorder22; whilst amongst them rose a hut made of willow-branches, of bark and of matting. At the door of the hut, on the knotted fork of the branch of a tree, hung, soles upwards23, two felt boots; and above this general chaos24 floated a strip of red rag at the top of a high mast.
In the shade of a boat Vassili Legostev was lying down; his duty was to watch over the interests of the fishing merchant Grebentchikok, whose fisheries were established on this promontory26. Lying flat on his stomach, his head in his hands, he was watching with a fixed gaze the sea, and still further away the almost invisible coast-line. Over there, on the water, a black speck27 was dancing up and down, and Vassili watched it with satisfaction as it grew larger, and drew nearer.
Half closing his eyes, to shut out the strong glare from the waves, his face beamed with pleasure: it was Malva who was coming. She would come laughing so joyously28 that her bosom would rise and fall in tempting30 throbs31; she would throw her soft strong arms around him, would kiss him, and in her sonorous32 voice that frightened away the seagulls she would give him news of what was going on over there on the shore. Together they would make some capital fish-soup and they would drink vodka, whilst they chatted and played about together; then as the daylight waned34 they would regale35 themselves with boiling hot tea and little rolls, and afterwards go to bed. This was how they spent every Sunday and feast-day. At dawn he would take her, still heavy with sleep, back across the sea through the fresh morning air. Malva with sleepy eyes would sit down near the rudder, and he would row and watch her. She was so quaint36 at those times—quaint and charming, like? soft little cat that has eaten a good meal. Sometimes she would slide down to the bottom of the boat, and would sleep there, rolled up against him like a ball. Often she did this.
To-day even the gulls33 seemed languid with the heat They stood in rows on the sand, their beaks37 open, and their wings hanging; or else they rocked idly on the waves without uttering their accustomed cries, or showing their usual fierce animation38.
It seemed to Vassili that Malva was not alone in the boat Could it be that Sereja had come with her again? Vassili moved uneasily on the sand, and then sat up shading his eyes with his hand; he seemed trying, with a vexed39 expression on his face, to discover who it could be who was arriving.... Malva was holding the rudder. It was not Sereja rowing with that strong but clumsy stroke. If it had been Sereja, Malva would not have troubled herself to steer40.
"Ahoy!" cried Vassili impatiently.
The seagulls were startled, and became attentive41.
"Ahoy! Ahoy!" replied from the boat the clear voice of Malva.
"Who have you got with you?"
The only reply he received was a laugh.
"The little devil!" swore Vassili under his breath.
He spat42 on one side with an offended gesture.
He was full of curiosity. Whilst rolling a cigarette, he scanned the neck and the back of the rower who was approaching rapidly. The noise made by the oars striking the water, rang through the air, and the sand was ground beneath the bare feet of the keeper who was struggling against a nervous fit of curiosity.
"Who is with you?" he cried when he was able to discern the smile, so familiar to him, on the beautiful round face of Malva.
"Just wait!... You will recognize him yourself all right!" she answered laughing.
The rower turned round, and laughing also, looked full at Vassili, The keeper frowned; it appeared to him he had seen the lad before.
"Row faster!" Malva ordered.
The impetus43 was so strong that the boat was tossed sideways on to the shore by a wave, and then righted herself whilst the wave rolled laughing back into the sea. The rower jumped ashore44, and went straight up to Vassili—
"Good-day, father!"
"Jakoff!" exclaimed Vassili, more astonished than pleased.
They kissed each other three times on the mouth and on the cheeks; after which Vassili's astonishment45 was a mixture of joy and of trouble.
"I felt sure ... there was something ... my heart told me so.... Ah! it's you ... How did you manage it?... And I, who was saying to myself, Is it Sereja?... No; I could see quite well it wasn't Sereja!... And now I find it's you!"
Vassili was stroking his beard with one hand, and with the other he was gesticulating in the air. He would have liked to have looked at Malva, but the bright eyes of his son were fixed on him and made him feel awkward. His pride, in having a son so strong and so handsome, was struggling against the embarrassment47 he felt in the presence of his mistress. He moved about restlessly in front of Jakoff, interjecting questions without waiting for replies. Everything seemed to be mixed up in his head, and the culminating point of discomfort48 was reached when he heard Malva remark in a mocking tone—
"Don't jump about like that ... for joy! Take him to the hut and give him a feed."
He glanced at her: a mocking smile, which he knew well, hovered49 in the corners of her lips, and her whole person, round, soft and fresh as usual, appeared at the same time strange and new to him. Malva was glancing with her green eyes from father to son, while she nibbled51 carraway seeds with her little white teeth. Jakoff was also smiling, and for a few seconds, which were painful to Vassili, all three were silent.
"I shall be back directly!" cried Vassili suddenly, going towards the hut. "Don't stay there in the sun. I am going to fetch some water.... We'll make some soup. I'll give you some fish-soup to taste, Jakoff! You two look after each other; I shall be with you in a minute,..."
He caught up an earthenware52 saucepan which was on the ground near the hut, and retired53 behind the nets, whose grey folds completely hid him from view.
Malva and the lad followed him.
"Well, my fine young man, I have brought you to your father!" said Malva, eyeing Jakoff's robust54 figure.
He bent25 towards her his face, covered with its soft, fair beard, and said with sparkling eyes—
"Yes, here we are!... It's fine to be here.... What a stretch of sea!"
"Yes, the sea is wide.... And the old man? Has he changed much?"
"No ... no.... I thought he would be whiter, and he has scarcely any grey hairs.... And he's so ... strong!"
"How long is it since you have seen each other?"
"Five years, perhaps.... When he left the village, I was going on for seventeen."
They went into the hut, where the heat and the smell of the fish were stifling55. They sat down—Jakoff on a great log of wood, and Malva on some sacks. Between them was a cask, sawn in half, the bottom half of which Vassili used as a table. When they were settled they looked at each other for some time without speaking.
"It seems you want to get work here?" asked Malva.
"Well ... I don't quite know.... If I find a job ... I will work."
"You'll find one fast enough!" said Malva with assurance, watching him always with her curious oblique56 green eyes.
He was not looking at her; but with the sleeve of his shirt was wiping away the sweat which covered his face.
All of a sudden she broke into laughter.
"Your mother very likely gave you all sorts of messages and greetings for your father?"
Jakoff replied with a gesture of impatience—
"Of course she did! And what then?..."
"Nothing!" she said, still laughing.
Her mocking laughter displeased57 Jakoff. He moved away from the woman, and began to think of his mother's words.
When she had accompanied him to the end of the village, she had leant against a gate, speaking quickly, and blinking her dry eyes.
"Tell him, Jakoff, tell him in the name of Christ. 'Father, my mother is alone over there! She is growing old.... Five years have gone by and she is still alone!' Tell him, my little Jakoff, for the love of God! 'My mother will soon be an old woman, alone, always alone, always at work.' In the name of Christ, tell him this." And she had cried quietly, hiding her face in her apron58.
Jakoff had not pitied her then, but now he pitied her.... And he glanced at Malva with a hard expression, as if he were going to address her in a tone of coarse abuse.
"Well, here I am!" exclaimed Vassili, appearing with a quivering fish in one hand and a knife in the other.
He had conquered his embarrassment, hiding it deep down within himself. He was able now to look at his guests with serenity59 and good-humour, though his movements were more abrupt60 than usual "I am just going to make a fire ... and then I'll be back.... We will talk then. Well, Jakoff! What a fine lad you have grown!" And he disappeared once more.
Malva continued to nibble50 the grains. She watched Jakoff with an air of familiarity; and he tried not to catch her eye although he longed to do so; and he thought to himself—
"Life must be fine out here; one can eat to one's heart's content. How fat she is, and so is my father!" Then as the silence made him feel nervous, he remarked out loud—"I forgot to get my bag out of the boat.... I'll just go and fetch it."
Jakoff rose slowly and went out. Then Vassili appeared; he bent towards Malva, and said rapidly in an angry voice—
"What did you want to come with him for?... What am I to tell him about you?... What are you to me?"
"I have come, and that's all!" answered Malva.
"You stupid creature! Aren't you ashamed?... What am I to do now? Am I to tell him straight out that ... But I have a wife at home.... His mother.... You might have understood!"
"What does it matter to me? Do you think I'm frightened of him? Or of you?" she asked, screwing up contemptuously her green eyes. "And how you carried on when you first saw him!... What fun it was to see you!"
"You thought it fun, did you?... But what am I going to do?"
"You ought to have thought of that before."
"But could I imagine that the sea was going to throw him up here, without giving me a word of warning?"
Jakoff's footsteps were heard in the sand, and they were obliged to interrupt their conversation. Jakoff had brought back a bag, which he tossed into a corner, glancing angrily towards the woman. She was still nibbling61 seeds. Vassili sat on the log of wood, rubbing his knee, and said with a constrained62 smile—
"Well, here you are!... What made you think of coming here?"
"It just came into my head.... We had written to you...."
"When? I didn't get any letter."
"Is that so?... Well, we wrote to you!"
"The letter must have been lost," said Vassili regretfully. "Devil take it!... It's always the important letters that get lost...."
"Then you don't know anything about us?" asked Jakoff distrustfully.
"How should I know anything? I have not received any letter."
Then Jakoff told how their horse had died, how they had eaten all their com before the beginning of February, and how he himself was no longer able to earn a living. There was no more hay left, the cow had been nearly starved to death. They had managed to get along till April, and then they had decided63 that after the ploughing Jakoff should go and find his father, and should get work somewhere away, during the next three months. This was what they had written. Then they sold three sheep and bought some flour and some hay, after which Jakoff started off.
"Well, I never!" exclaimed Vassili. "How is it possible?... I sent you money!"
"It was little enough, your money! We had to repair the house; and there was the sister's marriage. I bought a plough.... You see, five years is a long time."
"Hm!... So it wasn't enough? What a long story!... And my soup which Is boiling away!"
He rose and went out. Stooping down over the fire, above which hung the boiling-pot Vassili reflected whilst he tossed the scum into the flames.
Nothing in the story told by his son affected64 him particularly, but he felt irritated with his wife, and with Jakoff. What a lot of money he had sent them during these five years! And they had not managed to get along with it If Malva had not been there he would have spoken out straight to his son. Jakoff had managed very well to leave the village without his father's permission; but with regard to his piece of land it wasn't used up yet And this land, about which Vassili, during his easy, pleasant life had scarcely thought, now returned suddenly to his mind; it appeared to him as a gulf66, into which he had been throwing his money, as something useless and embarrassing. He sighed, as with the spoon he stirred the soup.
In the sunlight, the little yellow flame of the fire showed pale and miserable67! Threads of blue transparent68 smoke stretched from the hearth69 towards the sea, as if going to meet the waves. Vassili followed them with his glance, and thought of his son, of Malva; he was thinking to himself that from this day forth his life would be less pleasant, less free. Surely Jakoff had already guessed what Malva was to him.
She remained in the hut, exciting the lad with her bold, provoking eyes.
"Perhaps you have left your sweetheart behind you in the village," she said suddenly.
"Perhaps I have!" he replied unwillingly70.
And in his heart he was abusing Malva.
"Is she pretty?" she asked indifferently.
Jakoff did not reply.
"Why don't you answer?... Is she prettier than I am?"
He looked at her almost against his will. Her cheeks were flushed and sunburnt, her lips full and tempting, and now that a mischievous71 smile lurked72 about them, they seemed to tremble. She wore a becoming little blouse of pink cotton, showing the outline of her rounded shoulders, her full and supple73 bosom. But he did not like her green, cunning, mocking eyes.
"Why do you talk like that?"
He sighed involuntarily, and spoke65 in a pleading voice; he would have liked, if he could have done so, to have spoken to her in a severe tone.
"How must I speak to you?" she asked, laughing.
"And now you are laughing ... what about?"
"I'm laughing at you...."
"What have I done?" he asked crossly.
And again he dropped his eyes before her glance.
She did not reply.
Jakoff had a very shrewd idea of what her relations with his father were, and that prevented him from speaking openly. He was not in the least astonished; he had heard it said, that when people worked far away from the village they lost their habits of respectability; and besides it would have been difficult for a strong man like his father to do without a woman for such a long time. But nevertheless he felt awkward both on her account, and on that of his father. And then he remembered once more his mother, harassed74 and complaining, who was working over there without rest or help.
"The soup is ready!" Vassili announced, standing75 at the door of the hut. "Give us the spoons, Malva."
Jakoff looked at his father and thought—
"One can see she comes here often, for she knows where everything is."
When she had found the spoons, she said she must go down to the sea to wash them, and that in the boat she had some vodka.
The father and son watched her as she walked away, and, when they found themselves alone, remained silent.
"Where did you meet her?" said Vassili at last
"I asked at the office where you were; she was there. And she said to me—'Why go on foot along the sand? Let us go in the boat; I also am going to see him.' And we set off."
"Yes?... Well, I have often said to myself, 'I wonder how he is now, my Jakoff?'"
The son smiled good-naturedly. This gave Vassili back his courage.
"And ... how are you?"
"Oh! all right ..." said Jakoff, dropping his eyelids76.
"What the devil could I do?" exclaimed Vassili, waving his arms about "I kept straight at first ... But I couldn't go on like that It was habit ... you see I am a married man!... And then she mends my clothes, and so on.... Besides, one can't escape either women or death!"
This simple maxim77 seemed to bring his explanation to a close.
"What does it matter to me?" said Jakoff. "It's your business, I am not your judge."
But he thought to himself—"I should like to see her mending his trousers!"
"I am forty-five; that's not old yet ... She costs me very little; why the devil should she?... she is not my wife!..." continued Vassili.
"Of course not!" admitted Jakoff.
But he thought—"I bet she makes his money slip through her fingers!"
Malva had returned with a bottle of vodka and a string of little rolls; they sat down to dinner. They ate without talking, sucking the fish-bones noisily, and spitting them on to the sand near the door. Jakoff devoured78 his portion, and this seemed to please Malva. She watched with a tender expression his great sunburnt jaws79 chewing, his cheeks distending80, and his thick, moist lips moving. Vassili was not hungry; he attempted to appear absorbed in his meal, so as to be able to observe at his ease Jakoff and Malva, and to think over the way in which he should behave towards them.
The joyful and caressing81 music of the waves was accompanied by the ferocious82 and victorious83 cries of the seagulls. The heat seemed to be growing less, and from time to time a breath of fresh air impregnated with the pure smell of the sea, seemed to reach the hut.
After having eaten the excellent fish-soup, and drunk several glasses of vodka, Jakoff became sleepy. He began by smiling stupidly, and yawning, looking at Malva all the time in such a way that Vassili thought it better to say to him—
"Lie down here, Jakoff, till tea-time ... then we will call you."
"All right," said Jakoff, throwing himself down on some rugs. "And you two ... where are you going?... He! he!"
Vassili, annoyed by this guffaw84, went out hastily. Malva closed her lips tightly, knitted her brows, and replied to Jakoff—
"Where we are going is not your affair! What is it to you? I advise you not to meddle85 with other people's business. Do you hear that, my lad?"
And she went off.
"Oh, very well!" cried Jakoff. "Just wait a bit! Ha! ha! ha! I'll show you.... All right!... you're a nice sort of young lady!"
He grumbled86 on for a few minutes longer, then went off to sleep with a drunken, satisfied smile on his red face.
Vassili stuck three posts into the sand, and tied the tops of them together; over this he threw a mat, and having thus rapidly arranged a shelter, he lay down in the shade, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the sky. When Malva approached and threw herself on the sand at his side, he turned towards her a face full of resentment87.
"Well, old man," she asked, laughing, "aren't you more pleased than that at seeing your son?"
"He mocks me ... and why? Because of you ... that's what it means," replied Vassili, gloomily.
"Because of me, indeed?..."
She maliciously88 feigned89 astonishment "Why ... of course!"
"Ah! how you upset me!... What am I to be up to now? I mustn't come back, I suppose.... Well, I won't come any more...."
"Get along with you, you baggage!... What a set of creatures you are!... He mocks me, and now you are doing the same ... and you are the two who are the nearest to me. And where's the joke, I would like to know? You're a pair of devils!"
He ceased speaking and walked away. She remained sitting, holding her knees and rocking her whole body backwards90 and forwards with a gentle movement, watching with her lambent green eyes the joyous29 sea, and smiling one of those triumphant91 smiles which women indulge in who understand the power of their beauty.
A sailing-boat was gliding92 over the water, looking like a huge bird with grey wings. It was far from the shore, and was moving ever further and further away, towards the point where the sea and the sky melted into an infinite blue, drawing everything into the mystery of its absorbing tranquillity93.
"Why don't you speak?" said Vassili.
"I am thinking," replied Malva.
"What about?"
"Nothing in particular."
She raised her eyebrows94, and after a few minutes' silence added—
"That son of yours is a fine lad!"
"What's that to you?" cried Vassili, with jealousy95 in his voice.
"I'm sure I don't know...."
"Just you look out for yourself!" (He threw her a glance of distrust) "Don't play the fool. There'll be an end of my patience some time; you had better not aggravate96 me!"
He ground his teeth, clenched97 his fists, and continued—
"As soon as you got here to-day, you were up to some game.... I don't quite understand what it is, but look here, if you make me understand it, you will be sorry for it! Yes, you may go on making your grimaces98 ... and you think perhaps I don't notice them.... I know how to treat your sort ... if you carry on...."
"Don't try and frighten me, Vassili!" she said listlessly, and without looking at him.
"Very well! Don't you make jokes then!"
"Don't try to frighten me."
"I'll make you dance if you begin any of your nonsense!"
Vassili was becoming every moment more irritable99.
"Would you beat me?"
She came up to him, and looked curiously100 into his agitated101 face.
"One would think you were a countess!... Yes, I would beat you."
"I'm not your wife, though!" said Malva in a quiet, didactic voice; and without waiting for a reply, she continued—"You used to beat your wife for nothing, and you think now that you can do the same with me. No! I am free. I only belong to myself, and I am not afraid of any one. But you, you are afraid of your son; just now you were trying to get over him! And you, you dare to threaten me?"
She threw up her head contemptuously, and remained silent Her disdainful cold words had extinguished Vassili's anger. He had never seen her looking more beautiful, and he was astonished.
"Now she's off on her high horse!" he exclaimed admiringly.
"I have something else to settle with you. You were boasting to Sereja that I could no more do without you than I could do without bread; that I couldn't live without you! Well, that's just your mistake.... Perhaps, after all, it is not you I care for, not for you that I come here. Suppose, after all, it is because I love this beach?"
... (She stretched out her arms with a gesture of embrace.) "Perhaps I love solitude; here, there are only sky and sea, and no vile102 human beings. And your being here doesn't count You are the price that I have to pay for coming here.... If Sereja had been here, it would have been Sereja that I should have come to see; if it were your son, I should come also.... It would be best of all if there were no one here.... I am disgusted with you all!... But if I take it into my head, I can any day, beautiful as I know I am, choose another man ... who will be worth more than you."
"We'll see about that," hissed103 Vassili furiously; and he seized her by the throat "So it has come to that, has it?"
He shook her, and she did not try to get away, although her flushed face and bloodshot eyes showed that she was choking. But she placed her two hands on the hand that was pressing her throat.
"So this was what was in your mind!" (Vassili's voice was hoarse104 with rage.) "And all the time you said nothing; you kissed me, and you caressed me.... I'll teach you a lesson!"
He pushed her down towards the ground, and struck her with a feeling of satisfaction on the neck and shoulders; once, twice, with his heavy muscular fist He felt a pleasant sensation each time that his hand struck the warm, yielding flesh.
"Take that!... serpent!..." he said with a triumphant air, pushing her away.
Without uttering a complaint, silent and calm, she allowed herself to fall backwards, flushed, dishevelled, but still beautiful. Her green eyes watched him under their eyelids, and seemed to bum105 with the cold flame of hatred106; whilst he, panting with excitement, and pleased with the outlet107 he had given to his anger, did not notice this glance; and when he leant over her full of the contempt bred of victory, she was smiling softly.
At first her lips trembled a little, then her eyes lighted up, dimples showed in her cheeks, and she began to laugh. Vassili watched her with astonishment, as she laughed loud and gaily108, as if she had not just been beaten.
"What's the matter now, you little she-devil?" he cried anxiously, pulling her roughly by the sleeve.
"Vassia, was it you who beat me?" she murmured.
"Yes, it was I; who else could it be?"
He watched her, but failed to understand her mood. Should he beat her again? But his anger was now dead; he had no wish to begin again.
"Is it because you love me?" she asked gently.
And Vassili felt hot all over, as he listened to her whispering voice.
"That's enough now!... Devil take you!" he replied moodily109. "Are you satisfied?"
"Vassia! and I, who thought you did not care for me any more. I said to myself, 'Now that his son is here, he will send me away on his account.'"
And she burst out into a strange exaggerated laugh.
"Fool!" said Vassili, smiling involuntarily.
He felt himself in the wrong, and pitied her; but recalling the words she had used at first, and which had roused his anger, he replied gruffly—
"My son has nothing to do in the matter.... And if I have beaten you it was because you deserved it: why did you nag46 at me?"
"I did it on purpose, to try you."
And with provoking playfulness, she rubbed against his shoulder. He glanced hastily towards the hut, and then kissed the young girl.
"To try me indeed!... a fine idea ... now you see what you have got."
"It doesn't matter," said Malva, half closing her eyes; "I am not angry: you beat me because you loved me.... I shan't forget that!"
She looked at him fixedly110, gave a little shudder111, and lowering her voice, repeated—
"No, I shan't forget that in a hurry."
Vassili gave to these words a meaning agreeable to himself; they seemed to cause him pleasant emotion, for he smiled, and said with a stupid self-satisfied expression—
"How do you mean? tell me."
"You'll see!" replied Malva quietly, but her lips trembled.
"Ah! my little jewel!" cried Vassili, crushing her in his arms.
"And, do you know, since I have beaten you I love you twice as much; you are all the dearer to me.... You seem to belong to me all the more...."
The gulls flew round them. The breeze from the sea threw up at their feet the foam112 from the waves, and the ceaseless ripple1 seemed to speak of peace.
"Ah! life! life!..." (Vassili dreamily caressed the girl, as she lay in his arms.) "This is ever the way of the world: what is forbidden is always pleasant ... Perhaps you don't know; but I sometimes think about life, and then I am frightened. Especially at night, when I can't sleep.... In front of me stretches the sea, above me is the sky, and all around me is terrifying darkness! And I am alone. And then I seem to grow small, so small, and the ground seems to rock under me, and it seems as if there were no one on the earth but myself! If I only had you at those moments ... at least we should be two together."
Malva, with closed eyes, was lying across Vassili's knees; and she remained silent The rough open face of the peasant, tanned by the wind and the sun, was bent towards her, and his beard touched lightly her neck. The girl did not move, only her bosom rose and fell. Vassili's eyes wandered over the sea, and from time to time glanced at Malva's bosom which lay there so near him. And he went on telling her how lonely he was, living here alone, and how painful were his sleepless113 nights, filled with dark thoughts about life. Then he kissed her mouth slowly, and with the sort of noise that he would have made when eating a warm thick soup. They remained there perhaps three hours, and when the sun began to go down into the sea, Vassili said in a tone of annoyance—
"I must go and boil the water for tea ... our guest will soon be awake."
Malva walked away with the indolent gesture of a languorous114 kitten, and Vassili rose regretfully and went towards the hut. Between her half-closed eyelids the girl watched him as he walked away, and she sighed, as those sigh who have bent too long under a heavy burden. An hour went by; the three had met round the fire, and were drinking tea and chatting.
The sun was already staining the sea with the deep tones of sunset, and under the magic touch of its rays the green waves had just clothed themselves in purple and tender rose-pink.
Vassili, as he drank his tea from a white china cup, questioned his son about the country, and exchanged recollections. Malva, without taking part in the conversation, listened to their slowly-uttered questions and answers.
"The peasants are still able then to make a living?"
"Yes, they get along somehow," answered Jakoff.
"We don't want much, we peasants. A house, enough bread, and on feast-days a glass of vodka.... Yes, but we don't even get that ... Should I have gone away if I could have lived at home? In the village I am my own master, the equal of any one, but here I am a servant."
"But on the other hand you are not so often hungry here, and work is less hard."
"Don't say that There are days here when ones bones feel as if they were being crushed.... And then here, one is working for others, whilst there one works for oneself."
"But here one earns more," replied quietly Jakoff. In his own mind Vassili admitted the truth of his son's argument Life was of course harder in the village than it was here; but he was displeased that Jakoff should notice it And he added in a severe tone—
"What do you know about what is earned here? In the village ..."
"It's like a narrow dark prison," said Malva sarcastically115. "And the woman's life there especially, is nothing but tears."
"The woman's life is everywhere the same, and light is everywhere the same, and so is the sun!" said Vassili coldly.
"That's what you think!" cried Malva excitedly. "In the village, whether I wished it or not I should have to marry. And a woman once married is for ever a slave. She must weave and spin, and look after the animals, and bring children into the world. What is there left for her herself? Nothing but blows and abuse from her husband."
"That's not true, that she gets nothing but blows," replied Vassili.
"Whilst I, here," she continued, without listening to him, "I belong to no one. I am as free as a seagull! I fly wherever pleases me. No one can stop me, and no one can interfere116 with me."
"And if any one were to interfere with you?" said Vassili, amused with the allusion117 which he understood.
"Well, they would have to pay for it," she replied softly.
And she dropped her eyelids over her blazing eyes.
Vassili laughed an indulgent laugh.
"Oh! you, you are both bold and weak! You talk like a woman. In the village woman is a necessity of life, whilst here she is one of its pleasures."
And after a few moments' silence he added—
"And one of its sins."
Jakoff, when they had finished their conversation, said with a dreamy sigh—
"The sea looks as if it stretched away for ever and ever."
All three looked out over the limitless expanse.
"Ah! if only all that were earth!" exclaimed the lad, stretching out his arms, "good black earth!... and if only we could plough it!"
"Ah! that's right!" said his father good-humouredly.
By his gesture he approved of his son, standing there, flushed with the burning desire that he had just expressed. It was pleasant to him to hear these words, to witness this love for the earth; and he thought that perhaps this same love might recall Jakoff imperiously back to the village, far from temptations. He himself could then remain with Malva, and all would go well as it used to do....
"Yes, Jakoff", that's the way a peasant ought to speak. "That's the way a peasant should think. The peasant's only strength is in the land; as long as he has land he can live; but if he tears himself away from the land it's all up with him. The peasant without land is like a tree without roots; one can use it for all sorts of purposes, but it has no life ... it is rotting. And it no longer possesses the beauty of the woods; it is hewn and cut about; it has quite a different look. Yes, Jakoff, you spoke then some true words."
And the sea, receiving into its bosom the sun, welcomed it with the musical ripple of waves all tinted118 with the glory of sunset hues119.
"It seems to me that my soul melts as I watch the sun setting.... That's the effect it has on me!" said Vassili to Malva.
She was silent Jakoff's blue eyes were searching the distance, far out over the sea. For some time the three watched pensively120 the last minutes of the day fading away. The embers died down under the iron pot Already night stretched its shadows across the sky. The yellow sands grew dark, the gulls had disappeared. All seemed peaceful, dreamy and charming. Even the indefatigable121 waves running up over the sand seemed quieter and less joyful than during the day.
"Why am I still here?" said Malva. "I must be going."
Vassili became restless; he watched his son.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" he asked in a vexed voice. "Wait a few minutes longer; the moon will soon be up...."
"What do I want with the moon? I'm not frightened.... It won't be the first time I have left here at night."
Jakoff looked at his father, and in order to hide the mockery in his eyes, he closed them; then he glanced at Malva; she also was watching him, and it made him feel uncomfortable.
"All right, be off with you!" said the old man in a cross voice.
She rose, said good-bye, and walked away slowly along the shore. The waves running up close to her feet looked as if they wished to play with her. Above in the heavens those little golden flowers—the stars—were peeping forth tremblingly. Malva's light-coloured blouse seemed to fade away in the dusk as she walked further and further away from Vassili and his son.
"Come quickly, my well-beloved,
And rest on my bosom!"
sang Malva in a loud clear voice.
It seemed to Vassili that she stopped and waited. He spat angrily, and thought to himself—
"She is doing that on purpose to provoke me, the little devil!"
"Ah! that's all right Now she is singing," said Jakoff.
She only appeared now as a grey spot in the dusk.
"My breasts, they are like Two white swans ..."
Her voice rang out over the sea.
"Ah!" sighed Jakoff.
And he bent forward his body to listen to the words of temptation.
"It would seem you have not been successful on the land?" came the thick stern voice of Vassili.
Jakoff, astonished, glanced at him, and then took up his former attitude.
Half-drowned in the noise of the waves, the provoking words of the song were wafted122 in scattered123 fragments.
"Ah! how can I sleep alone,
All alone ... this night?..."
"How hot it is," said Vassili mournfully, rolling over on the sand. "The night has come, but it's still hot! Ah! cursed country."
"It's the sand ... which stores up the heat of the day," said Jakoff, walking slowly away.
"What's the matter?... I don't see where the joke is!" said his father severely124.
"I?" said Jakoff simply. "What should I joke about?"
"That's just it; there is nothing to joke about."
They were silent.
And above the sound of the waves there seemed to float towards them a blending of sighs and of tender appeals.
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cape
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solitude
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dome
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speck
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joyous
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tempting
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throbs
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sonorous
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quaint
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beaks
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animation
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vexed
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steer
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attentive
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impetus
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ashore
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astonishment
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nag
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embarrassment
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discomfort
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hovered
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nibble
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nibbled
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earthenware
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retired
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robust
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stifling
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oblique
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displeased
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apron
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serenity
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abrupt
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nibbling
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decided
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affected
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spoke
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miserable
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hearth
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mischievous
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devoured
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jaws
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caressing
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