"Don't you dare, you fool!"
Soon the harnessing of horses was heard in the courtyard, and their dissatisfied neighing and stampings on the dry earth. Doors were slammed, the wheels of a carriage rattled, and then the large gates creaked.
Anthony walked through the garden, calling low:
"Matvei, where are you?"
His tall figure moved among the apple trees and he caught at the branches and let fall the perfumed snow of flowers, muttering:
"Oh, the fool!"
And behind him, dragging along the ground, was his thick, heavy shadow.
I lay in the garden until morning, and then went to Father Isador.
"Give me back my passport. I am going away."
He was so startled that he jumped up.