Chapter 39 - Page 2

and did not
think of the future. It seemed to him that she only loved him for
the present moment, and that in her mind there was no future with
him. He was happy because her words sounded to him true, and she
had consented to be his. 'Yes,' thought he to himself, 'we shall
only understand one another when she is quite mine. For such love
there are no words. It needs life--the whole of life. To-morrow
everything will be cleared up. I cannot live like this any longer;
to-morrow I will tell everything to her father, to Beletski, and
to the whole village.'

Lukashka, after two sleepless nights, had drunk so much at the
fete that for the first time in his life his feet would not carry
him, and he slept in Yamka's house.