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`Ah, Seriozha!' he said aloud. - `'sergei Alexeevich!' I thought it was the director of some department. - Anna asked me to see him too,' he remembered. .replica christian louboutin.
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`What a fine fellow he's grown! And he's no longer Seriozha, but quite full-fledged - Sergei Alexeevich!' said Stepan Arkadyevich, smiling, as he looked at the handsome, broad-shouldered lad in blue jacket and long trousers, who walked in alertly and confidently. The boy looked healthy and good-humored. He bowed to his uncle as to a stranger, but, recognizing him, he blushed and turned hurriedly away from him, as though offended and irritated at something. The boy went up to his father and handed him a note of the marks he had gained in school. .cartier love bracelet replica.
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A year had passed since the last time Seriozha had seen his mother. Since then he had heard nothing more of her. And in the course of that year he had gone to school, and made friends among his schoolfellows. The dreams and memories of his mother, which had made him ill after seeing her, did not occupy his thoughts now. When they came back to him, he studiously drove them away, regarding them as shameful and girlish, below the dignity of a boy and a schoolboy. He knew that his father and mother were separated by some quarrel, he knew that he had to remain with his father, and he tried to get used to that idea.
He disliked seeing his uncle, so like his mother, for it called up those memories which he was ashamed of. He disliked it all the more as, from certain words he had caught as he waited at the study door, and still more from the faces of his father and uncle, he had guessed that they must have been talking of his mother. And to avoid condemning the father with whom he lived and on whom he was dependent, and, above all, to avoid giving way to sentimentality, which he considered so degrading, Seriozha tried not to look at his uncle, who had come to disturb his peace of mind, and not to think of what he recalled to him.
But when Stepan Arkadyevich, going out after him, saw him on the stairs, and, calling to him, asked him how he spent his playtime at school, Seriozha talked more freely to him away from his father's presence.
`We have a railway now,' he said in answer to his uncle's question. `It's like this, you see: two sit on a bench - they're the passengers; and one stands up straight on the bench. And all are harnessed to it by their arms or by their belts, and they run through all the rooms - the doors are left open beforehand. Well, and it's pretty hard work being the conductor!'
`That's the one that stands?' Stepan Arkadyevich inquired, smiling.
`Yes, you want pluck for it, and cleverness too, especially when they stop all of a sudden, or someone falls down.'
`Yes, that must be a serious matter,' said Stepan Arkadyevich, watching with mournful interest the eager eyes, like his mother's; not childish now - no longer fully innocent. And though he had promised Alexei Alexandrovich not to speak of Anna, he could not restrain himself.
`Do you remember your mother?' he asked suddenly.
`No, I don't,' Seriozha said quickly. He blushed crimson, his eyes drooping. And his uncle could get nothing more out of him.
His Slavic tutor found his pupil on the staircase half an hour later, and for a long while he could not make out whether he was ill-tempered or crying.
`What is it? I expect you hurt yourself when you fell down?' said the tutor. `I told you it was a dangerous game. And we shall have to speak to the director.'
`If I had hurt myself, nobody should have found it out, that's certain.'
`Well, what is it, then?'
`Leave me alone! If I remember, or if I don't remember?... What business is it of his? Why should I remember? Leave me in peace!' he said, addressing not his tutor, but the whole world.
? Leo Tolstoy