“The man fixed his eyes on me and then muttered, ‘Is that you?’ He addressed me by name and added, in a voice that went through me like a knife, ‘You won’t know me again.’
“‘Excuse me,’ I said; ‘I have forgotten your name,’ and I took his hot dry hand in my own.
“‘I am Sungurov,’ he answered. Poor fellow!” repeated the doctor, shaking his head.
“Well, did they leave him there?” I asked.
“No: a cart was got for him.”
After writing the preceding narrative, I learned that Sungurov died at Nerchinsk.
CHAPTER VII
End of College Life—The “Schiller” Stage—Youth—The Artistic Life—Saint-Simonianism and N. Polevói—Polezháev.