“I do not wish to play with the things of life; I wish to live,” I added; “like you.”
His face, which always so clearly and so readily reflected every impression, wore a look of suffering and intense attention.
“I wish to live with you in perfect equality....”
But I could not finish, such profound pain was on his face. He was silent an instant.
“And in what do you not live with me on a footing of equality?” he said: “it is I, not you, that is concerned in this affair of the ispravnik and some drunken peasants.”
“Yes, but it is not only this case,” said I.
“For the love of God, do understand me, my darling,” he continued; “I know how painful a thing care is for us all; I have lived, and I know it. I love you, therefore I would spare you every care. My life is centred in my love for you; so do not prevent my living!”
“You are always right,” said I, without looking at him.
I could not bear to see him once more serene and tranquil, while I was so full of anger and a feeling somewhat resembling repentance.
“Katia! What is the matter with you?” said he. “The question is not in the least which of us two is in the right, what we were talking about is something entirely different! What have you against me? Do not tell me at once; reflect, and then tell me all that is in your thoughts. You are displeased with me, you have, no doubt, a reason, but explain to me in what I am to blame.”