g why he did so, and caught a deep,
attentive, questioning gaze in Liza's eyes.... It was riveted on him,
that puzzling gaze, afterward. Lavretzky thought about it all night
long. He had not fallen in love in boyish fashion, it did not suit him to
sigh and languish, neither did Liza arouse that sort of sentiment; but
love has its sufferings at every age,--and he underwent them to the full.

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[12] This service, consisting (generally) of Vespers and Matins, can be
read in private houses, and even by laymen: whereas, the Liturgy,
or Mass, must be celebrated at a duly consecrated altar, by a duly
ordained priest.--Translator.

XXXIII

One day, according to his custom, Lavretzky was sitting at the
Kalitins'. A fatiguingly-hot day had been followed by so fine an
evening, that Marya Dmitrievna, despite her aversion to the fresh air,
had ordered all the windows and doors into the garden to be opened, and
had announced that she would not play cards, that it was a sin to play
cards in such weather, and one must enjoy nature. Panshin was the only
visitor. Tuned up by the evening, and unwilling to sing before
Lavretzky, yet conscious of an influx of artistic emotions, he turned to
poetry: he recited well, but with too much self-consciousness, and with
unnecessary subtleties, several of Lermontoff's poems (at that time,
Pushkin had not yet become fashionable again)--and, all at once, as
though ashamed of his expansiveness, he began, apropos of the familiar
"Thought," to upbraid and reprove the present generation; in that
connection, not missing the opportunity to set forth, how he would turn
everything around in his own way, if the power were in his hands.
"Russia," said he,--"has lagged behind Europe; she must catch up with it.
People assert, that we are young--that is nonsense; and moreover, that we
possess no inventive genius: X ... himself admits that we have not even
invented a mouse-trap. Consequently, we are compelled, willy-nilly, to
borrow from others. 'We are ill,'--says Lermontoff,--I agree with him;
but we are ill because we have only half converted ourselves into
Europeans; that is where we have made our mistake, and that is what we
must be cured of." ("_Le cadastre_,"--thought Lavretzky).--"The best
heads among us,"--he went on,--"_les meilleurs tetes_--have long since
become convinced of this; all nations are, essentially, alike; only
introduce