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<h2> IX — A FIRST ESSAY IN LOVE </h2>
<p>PRETENDING to gather some “American fruit” from a tree, Lubotshka suddenly
plucked a leaf upon which was a huge caterpillar, and throwing the insect
with horror to the ground, lifted her hands and sprang away as though
afraid it would spit at her. The game stopped, and we crowded our heads
together as we stooped to look at the curiosity.</p>
<p>I peeped over Katenka’s shoulder as she was trying to lift the caterpillar
by placing another leaf in its way. I had observed before that the girls
had a way of shrugging their shoulders whenever they were trying to put a
loose garment straight on their bare necks, as well as that Mimi always
grew angry on witnessing this manoeuvre and declared it to be a
chambermaid’s trick. As Katenka bent over the caterpillar she made that
very movement, while at the same instant the breeze lifted the fichu on
her white neck. Her shoulder was close to my lips, I looked at it and
kissed it. She did not turn round, but Woloda remarked without raising his
head, “What spooniness!” I felt the tears rising to my eyes, and could not
take my gaze from Katenka. I had long been used to her fair, fresh face,
and had always been fond of her, but now I looked at her more closely, and
felt more fond of her, than I had ever done or felt before.</p>
<p>When we returned to the grown-ups, Papa informed us, to our great joy,
that, at Mamma’s entreaties, our departure was to be postponed until the
following morning. We rode home beside the carriage—Woloda and I
galloping near it, and vieing with one another in our exhibition of
horsemanship and daring. My shadow looked longer now than it had done
before, and from that I judged that I had grown into a fine rider. Yet my
complacency was soon marred by an unfortunate occurrence. Desiring to
outdo Woloda before the audience in the carriage, I dropped a little
behind. Then with whip and spur I urged my steed forward, and at the same
time assumed a natural, graceful attitude, with the intention of whooting
past the carriage on the side on which Katenka was seated. My only doubt
was whether to halloo or not as I did so. In the event, my infernal horse
stopped so abruptly when just level with the carriage horses that I was
pitched forward on to its neck and cut a very sorry figure!</p>
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