“Go for a walk till supper-time,” said Maria Ivanovna.
“Delighted,” exclaimed Sarudine. His spurs clinked, as he offered Lida his arm.
“I hope that I may be allowed to come too,” said Novikoff, meaning to be satirical, though his face wore a tearful expression.
“Who is there to prevent you?” replied Lida, smiling, at him over her shoulder.
“Yes, you go, too,” exclaimed Sanine. “I would come with you if she were not so thoroughly convinced that I am her brother.”
Lida winced somewhat, and glanced swiftly at Sanine, as she laughed, a short, nervous laugh.
“Why do you talk in that stupid way?” she bluntly exclaimed. “I suppose you think it is original?”
“I really never thought about it at all,” was Sanine’s rejoinder.
Maria Ivanovna looked at him in amazement. She had never been able to understand her son; she never could tell when he was joking or in earnest, nor what he thought or felt, when other comprehensible persons felt and thought much as she did herself. According to her idea, a man was always bound to speak and feel and act exactly as other men of his social and intellectual status were wont to speak and feel and act. She was also of opinion that people were not simply men with their natural characteristics and peculiarities, but that they must be all cast in one common mould. Her own environment encouraged and confirmed this belief. Education, she thought, tended to divide men into two groups, the intelligent and the unintelligent. The latter might retain their individuality, which drew upon them the contempt of others. The former were divided into groups, and their convictions did not correspond with their personal qualities but with their respective positions. Thus, every student was a revolutionary, every official was bourgeois, every artist a free thinker, and every officer an exaggerated stickler for rank. If, however, it chanced that a student was a Conservative, or an officer an Anarchist, this must be regarded as most extraordinary, and even unpleasant. As for Sanine, according to his origin and education he ought to have been something quite different from what he was; and Maria Ivanovna felt as Lida, Novikoff and all who came into contact with him felt, that he had disappointed expectation. With a mother’s instinct she quickly saw the impression that her son made on those about him; and it pained her.