Sanine

At the first notes Sina began to cry, gently but persistently, letting

the tears course down her youthful, pretty face. All the others looked

at her, and Dubova in her turn began to weep. To the men's eyes tears

also rose, which by clenching their teeth they strove to keep back.

Every time the chanting grew louder, the girls wept more freely. Sanine

frowned, and shrugged his shoulders irritably, thinking how intolerable

to Semenoff, if he heard it, such wailing must be when to healthy

normal men it was so utterly depressing.

"Not so loud!" he said to the priest irritably.

The latter amiably bent forward to hear this remark, and, when he

understood it, he frowned and only sang louder. His companion glared at

Sanine and the others all looked at him as well, in fear and

astonishment, as if he had said something offensive. Sanine showed his

annoyance by a gesture, but said nothing.

When the chanting ceased, and the priest had wrapped up the crucifix in

his stole, the suspense was more painful than ever. Semenoff lay there

as rigid, as motionless as before. Suddenly the same thought, dreadful

but irresistible, came into the minds of all. If only it could all end

quickly! If only Semenoff would die! In fear and shame they sought to

suppress this wish, exchanging timid glances.

"If only this were all over!" said Sanine in an undertone. "Ghastly,

isn't it?"

"Yes!" replied Ivanoff.

They spoke almost in whispers, and it was plain that Semenoff could not

hear them, but yet all the others looked shocked.

Schafroff was about to say something, but at that moment a new sound,

indescribably plaintive, echoed through the room, sending a shiver

through all.

"Ee--ee--ee!" moaned Semenoff.

And, as if he had got that mode of expression which he wanted, he

continued to give out this long-drawn note, only interrupted by his

laboured, hoarse breathing.

At first the others could not conceive what had happened to him, but

soon Sina and Dubova and Novikoff began to weep. Slowly and solemnly

the priest resumed his chanting. His fat good-tempered face showed

evident sympathy and emotion. A few minutes passed. Suddenly Semenoff

ceased moaning.

"It is all over," murmured the priest.

Then slowly, and with much effort, Semenoff moved his tightly-glued

lips, and his face became contracted as if by a smile, The onlookers

heard his hollow, weird voice that, issuing from the depth of his

chest, sounded as if it came through a coffin-lid.

"Silly old fool!" he said, looking hard at the priest. His whole body

trembled, his eyes rolled madly in their sockets, and he stretched

himself at full length.