And again there was hate, which dimmed his eyes with a red haze, and caused his hands to tremble with fury.
Some one whispered angrily: “Are we going to twirl so long fruitlessly? It is time. It is time. Put an end to it!”
The friendly spirits prevailed. The two souls flowed together. Hate and cunning became one. There was a light, floating movement, then a powerful stroke; nimble feet swept the youth into the swift, beautiful dance. There was a hoarse outcry. Then an uproar. Everything became confused....
And again there was darkness.
Sonpolyev awoke: the same small monster was dancing on the table, grimacing and laughing uproariously.
Sonpolyev asked: “What’s the meaning of this?”
His guest replied: “Two souls once dwelt in this youth, and one of them is now yours; it is a soul of exultant emotions and of passionate desires, it is an ever insatiable, trembling soul.”
Then there was laughter, jarring on the ear. The monster danced on.
Sonpolyev shouted: “Stop, you dance devil! It seems to me you wish to say that the second soul of this primitive youth lives in the feeble body of this despicable, smooth-faced youngster?”
The guest stopped laughing and exclaimed: