Petersburg by Andrei Bely

Author:Andrei Bely [Bely, Andrei]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Fiction, Classics, General
ISBN: 9780141968797
Google: 5W-yeTVrvnYC
Publisher: Penguin UK
Published: 2011-08-24T16:00:00+00:00

On my palm I throw,

That amidst the light’s abyss

Red as fire he’ll show.6

With a hand just as covered in veins as Semyonych’s (only properly washed), he felt his side-whiskers:

‘Er … er … A red domino? … Tell me what it’s about, please! …’

‘I was at a fancy-dress ball …’

‘Indeed … Kolenka … Indeed, sir …’

Apollon Apollonovich stood before Kolenka with a kind of bitter irony, half mumbling, half chewing his lips; wretchedly, with irony, the skin on his forehead gathered into tiny wrinkles; wretchedly did it tauten on his skull. An imminent accounting could be sensed: one could sense that the fruit that had grown on the tree of their lives had now ripened; in a moment or two it would fall: it fell, and … – suddenly:

Apollon Apollonovich dropped a pencil (by the steps of the velvet staircase); Nikolai Apollonovich, following ancient habit, deferentially rushed to pick it up; Apollon Apollonovich, in his turn, rushed to forestall his son’s complaisance, but stumbled, falling to his heels and touching the stairs with his hands; quickly his bald head flew downwards and forwards; ending up unexpectedly under the fingers of his son, who had stretched out his hands: Nikolai Apollonovich saw before him for an instant his father’s yellow, vein-covered neck, which looked like a crayfish’s tail (an artery throbbed at one side); Nikolai Apollonovich failed to control his clumsy movements, and unexpectedly touched the neck; the neck’s warm pulsation frightened him, and he jerked his hand away, but jerked it away too late: under the touch of his cold hand (which was always slightly sweaty) Apollon Apollonovich turned and saw – that same gaze; the senator’s head jerked momentarily in a tic, the skin gathered wretchedly in wrinkles above his skull and his ears twitched slightly. In his domino Nikolai Apollonovich looked as though he were entirely covered in flame; and the senator, like an over-agile Japanese who had studied the techniques of ju-jitsu, threw himself to one side, and suddenly straightened up on his crunching knees – up, up and to the side …

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