On the Bright Shore
Kresovich, turning to him his malignant, sneering face, answered,—
"My pupils? Oh, nothing! They are as healthy as fish, and are comfortable in their Scottish dresses. There will be fun with them; but not for me."
"Why so?"
"Because I am going to-morrow."
"Why so?" asked Svirski, with astonishment. "I knew nothing of this; no one mentioned it. I am sorry!"
"They are not sorry," answered Kresovich.
"Perhaps they do not understand."
"They will never understand. Neither to-day, nor at any time in their lives! Never!"
"I hope that you are mistaken," said Svirski, dryly; "but in every case it is unpleasant for me to hear this."
"Yes!" continued the student, as if speaking to himself. "A pity, but a pity for time lost. What do they care for me, or I for them? It is even better that they should
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