Tamashiro Crute
2009-08-28 10:42:16 UTC
Even spring forward to those whom he greeted; but they, with a courteous
though prompt inclination, moved past the man swiftly. These persons
were stylish young gentlemen conversing with one another vivaciously, or
young ladies hastening to some point. They returned bow after bow, but
none took note of Kranitski's desire to draw near, or, at least, none
had the wish to observe it. Each man or woman had some person at his
side or hers with whom to converse, and was going, or even hastening, to
some place. How recent and intimate had been his acquaintance with those
persons!--lie had known them from early childhood. He knew everything
touching them: the names and life-histories of their parents, the
nicknames given them in jest or in tenderness, names given at an age
when they were barely lisping. He knew every chamber, almost every
corner of the houses in which they had been reared. He had raised many
of them in his strong arms from the floor--he who at that time was the
praised, the beloved, the sought for. He who had amused and entertained
them, was he, indeed, to imagine a day when they would pass him at a
distance and indifferently? How could he? He with rosy glasses on his
eyes, those eyes famed at that period for beauty, had been given to
tenderness and attachments; he had considered the feelings and relations
of men as eternal. But from various causes a multitude of his relations
with people had ended already--and now they were ending to the last one.
He had the vivid sensation of hanging in a vacuum, and felt a growing
need to grasp after something or someone lest he might tumble
though prompt inclination, moved past the man swiftly. These persons
were stylish young gentlemen conversing with one another vivaciously, or
young ladies hastening to some point. They returned bow after bow, but
none took note of Kranitski's desire to draw near, or, at least, none
had the wish to observe it. Each man or woman had some person at his
side or hers with whom to converse, and was going, or even hastening, to
some place. How recent and intimate had been his acquaintance with those
persons!--lie had known them from early childhood. He knew everything
touching them: the names and life-histories of their parents, the
nicknames given them in jest or in tenderness, names given at an age
when they were barely lisping. He knew every chamber, almost every
corner of the houses in which they had been reared. He had raised many
of them in his strong arms from the floor--he who at that time was the
praised, the beloved, the sought for. He who had amused and entertained
them, was he, indeed, to imagine a day when they would pass him at a
distance and indifferently? How could he? He with rosy glasses on his
eyes, those eyes famed at that period for beauty, had been given to
tenderness and attachments; he had considered the feelings and relations
of men as eternal. But from various causes a multitude of his relations
with people had ended already--and now they were ending to the last one.
He had the vivid sensation of hanging in a vacuum, and felt a growing
need to grasp after something or someone lest he might tumble