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He said all this quite sincerely, for his whole being was stirred to flame by the heroic picture of his imagination. But the captain would not let himself be flattered. He listened to him, and stared with eyes slightly closed at his glass, which he quietly moved over the tablecloth, and the corners of his blue lips twisted nervously. And in his face Schavinsky recognised the same hidden mockery, the same deep, stubborn, implacable hatred, the peculiar hatred that a European can perhaps never understand, felt by a wise, cultured, civilised beast, made man, for a being of another species.
âKeep your kindness in your pocket,â replied Ribnikov carelessly. âLet it go to hell. They teased me in the regiment too with being a Jap. Chuck it! Iâm Captain Ribnikov. You know thereâs a Russian proverb, âThe face of a beast with the soul of a man.â Iâll just tell you there was once a case in our regimentâ ââ
âWhat was your regiment?â Schavinsky asked suddenly.
But the captain seemed not to have heard. He began to tell the old, threadbare dirty stories that are told in camp, on manoeuvres, and in barracks, and in spite of himself Schavinsky began to feel insulted. Once during the evening as they sat in the cab Schavinsky put his arm round his waist, and drew him close and said in a low voice:
âCaptainâ ââ ⊠no, Colonel, at least, or you would never have been given such a serious mission. Letâs say Colonel, then. I do homage to your daring, that is to the boundless courage of the Japanese nation. Sometimes when I read or think of individual cases of your diabolical bravery and contempt of death, I tremble with ecstasy. What immortal beauty, what divine courage there is, for instance, in the action of the captain of the shattered warship who answered the call to surrender by quietly lighting a cigarette, and went to the bottom with a cigarette in his lips! What titanic strength, what thrilling contempt for the enemy! And the naval cadets on the fireships who went to certain death, delighted as though they were going to a ball! And do you remember how a lieutenant, all by himself, towed a torpedo in a boat at night to make an end of the mole at Port Arthur? The searchlights were turned on and all there remained of the lieutenant and his boat was a bloody stain on the concrete wall. But the next day all the midshipmen and lieutenants of the Japanese Fleet overwhelmed Admiral Togo with applications, offering to repeat the exploit. What amazing heroes! But still more magnificent is Togoâs order that the officers under him should not so madly risk their lives, which belong to their country and not to them. Itâs damnably beautiful, though!â
âWhatâs this street weâre in?â interrupted Ribnikov, yawning. âAfter the dugouts in Manchuria Iâve completely lost my sense of direction in the street. When we were in Kharbin.â ââ âŠâ
But the ecstatic Schavinsky went on, without listening to him.
âDo you remember the case of an officer who was taken prisoner and battered his head to pieces on a stone? But the most wonderful thing is the signatures of the Samurai. Of course, youâve never heard of it, Captain Ribnikov?â Schavinsky asked with sarcastic emphasis. âItâs understood, you havenât heard of it.â ââ ⊠You see General Nogi asked for volunteers to march in the leading column in a night attack on the Port Arthur forts. Nearly the whole brigade offered themselves for this honourable death. Since there were too many and they pressed in front of each other for the opportunity of death, they had to make application in writing, and some of them, according to an old custom, cut off the first finger of their left hand and fixed it to their signature for a seal of blood. Thatâs what the Samurai did!â
âSamurai,â Ribnikov dully repeated. There was a noise in his throat as if something had snapped and spread. Schavinsky gave a quick glance to his profile. An expression such as he had never seen in the captainâs face before suddenly played about his mouth and on his chin, which trembled once; and his eyes began to shine with the warm, tremulous light which gleams through sudden, brimming tears. But he pulled himself together instantly, shut his eyes for a second, and turned a naive and stupid face to Schavinsky, and suddenly uttered a long, filthy, Russian oath.
âCaptain, Captain, whatâs the matter with you?â Schavinsky cried, almost in fright.
âThatâs all newspaper lies,â Ribnikov said unconcernedly. âOur Russian Tommy is not a bit behind. Thereâs a difference, of course. They fight for their life, however, independenceâ âand what have we mixed ourselves up in it for? Nobody knows! The devil alone knows why. âThere was no sorrow till the devil pumped it up,â as we say in Russian. What! Ha, ha, ha!â
On the racecourse the sport distracted Schavinskyâs attention a little, and he could not
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