PART 6
Chapter 5
 
"Varvara Andreevna, when I was very young, I set before myself
 the ideal of the women I loved and should be happy to call my
 wife.  I have lived through a long life, and now for the first
 time I have met what I sought--in you.  I love you, and offer you
 my hand." 
Sergey Ivanovitch was saying this to himself while he was ten
 paces from Varvara.  Kneeling down, with her hands over the
 mushrooms to guard them from Grisha, she was calling little
 Masha. 
"Come here, little ones!  There are so many!" she was saying in
 her sweet, deep voice. 
Seeing Sergey Ivanovitch approaching, she did not get up and did
 not change her position, but everything told him that she felt
 his presence and was glad of it. 
"Well, did you find some?" she asked from under the white
 kerchief, turning her handsome, gently smiling face to him. 
"Not one," said Sergey Ivanovitch.  "Did you?" 
She did not answer, busy with the children who thronged about
 her. 
"That one too, near the twig," she pointed out to little Masha a
 little fungus, split in half across its rosy cap by the dry grass
 from under which it thrust itself.  Varenka got up while Masha
 picked the fungus, breaking it into two white halves.  "This
 brings back my childhood," she added, moving apart from the
 children beside Sergey Ivanovitch. 
They walked on for some steps in silence.  Varenka saw that he
 wanted to speak; she guessed of what, and felt faint with joy and
 panic.  They had walked so far away that no one could hear them
 now, but still he did not begin to speak.  It would have been
 better for Varenka to be silent.  After a silence it would have
 been easier for them to say what they wanted to say than after
 talking about mushrooms.  But against her own will, as it were
 accidentally, Varenka said: 
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