The Created Legend

Excerpt: ... well aimed. Borodulin fell. Others attacked him as he lay there. The workman who hit him with the stone made his escape. Elisaveta and Trirodov were looking out of the window. Trirodov exclaimed: The Cossacks! The people in the street scattered in all directions. The mutilated corpse lay in a pool of blood on the pavement. CHAPTER XVII Ostrov caused Trirodov a great deal of annoyance. More than once Trirodov returned to the earlier circumstances of their acquaintance and to their recent meeting at Skorodozh. The week having elapsed, Ostrov paid Trirodov another visit. That whole week Ostrov could not get rid of his confusion and uneasiness. The details of his meeting with Trirodov became absurdly entangled in his memory. He kept on forgetting the day of the week it was. The week passed rather quickly for him. This was possibly due to his having made several interesting acquaintances. He had become quite a noticeable personage about town. Ostrov made his visit late on Tuesday evening. He was received at once, and led into a chamber on the ground floor. Trirodov came in almost immediately. Not a little astonished, he asked unwillingly: Well, what can I do for you, Denis Alekseyevitch? I've come for the money, said Ostrov gruffly. To receive the promised relief at your bountiful hands. I did not expect you until Wednesday, replied Trirodov. Why Wednesday when Tuesday is just as good? said Ostrov with a savage smile. Or do you find it so hard to part with your cash? Have you become a bourgeois, Giorgiy Sergeyevitch? Trirodov suddenly appeared to recall something as, with a tinge of derision in his smile, he asked: I beg your pardon, Denis Alekseyevitch, I thought you were coming to-morrow, as was arranged. I haven't the money ready for you. Ostrov was annoyed. His broad face grew dark. He exclaimed, his eyes red with anger: You asked me to come in a week, and I've come in a week. You don't expect me to come here forty times, do you? I...