And I'm not going to die.

I know now that life is wonderful--at last all that when I was young I expected it to be....

Do you know, Ivan Andreievitch, I feel to-day as though I would live for ever!..." Semyonov came in.

He was in splendid spirits; I had never seen him so gay, so carelessly happy.
"Well," he cried to me, "we're to go now--at once ...

and the next time at eight.