![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Various emotions, delicate and quick-changing as the shadows of clouds on a sunny day of wind, chased one another continually over her lips and eyes.” And her face was ever changing, working too it expressed, almost at the same time, irony, dreaminess, and passion. About her whole being, so full of life and beauty, there was a peculiarly bewitching mixture of slyness and carelessness, of artificiality and simplicity, of composure and frolicsomeness about everything she did or said, about every action of hers, there clung a delicate, fine charm, in which an individual power was manifest at work. It amused her to arouse their hopes and then their fears, to turn them round her finger (she used to call it knocking their heads together), while they never dreamed of offering resistance and eagerly submitted to her. All the men who visited the house were crazy over her, and she kept them all in leading-strings at her feet. “There is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another, and I was like wax in Zinaïda's hands though, indeed, I was not the only one in love with her. ![]()
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