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But
apparently
the
coachman
's
sympathy
was
not
enough
for
Peter
,
and
he
turned
on
the
box
toward
his
master
.
"
How
pleasant
it
is
,
your
excellency
!
"
he
said
with
a
respectful
smile
.
"
What
?
"
"
It
's
pleasant
,
your
excellency
!
"
"
What
is
he
talking
about
?
"
thought
Prince
Andrew
.
"
Oh
,
the
spring
,
I
suppose
,
"
he
thought
as
he
turned
round
.
"
Yes
,
really
everything
is
green
already
...
How
early
!
The
birches
and
cherry
and
alders
too
are
coming
out
...
But
the
oaks
show
no
sign
yet
.
Ah
,
here
is
one
oak
!
"
At
the
edge
of
the
road
stood
an
oak
.
Probably
ten
times
the
age
of
the
birches
that
formed
the
forest
,
it
was
ten
times
as
thick
and
twice
as
tall
as
they
.
It
was
an
enormous
tree
,
its
girth
twice
as
great
as
a
man
could
embrace
,
and
evidently
long
ago
some
of
its
branches
had
been
broken
off
and
its
bark
scarred
.
With
its
huge
ungainly
limbs
sprawling
unsymmetrically
,
and
its
gnarled
hands
and
fingers
,
it
stood
an
aged
,
stern
,
and
scornful
monster
among
the
smiling
birch
trees
.
Only
the
dead-looking
evergreen
firs
dotted
about
in
the
forest
,
and
this
oak
,
refused
to
yield
to
the
charm
of
spring
or
notice
either
the
spring
or
the
sunshine
.
"
Spring
,
love
,
happiness
!
"
this
oak
seemed
to
say
.
"
Are
you
not
weary
of
that
stupid
,
meaningless
,
constantly
repeated
fraud
?
Always
the
same
and
always
a
fraud
?
There
is
no
spring
,
no
sun
,
no
happiness
!
Look
at
those
cramped
dead
firs
,
ever
the
same
,
and
at
me
too
,
sticking
out
my
broken
and
barked
fingers
just
where
they
have
grown
,
whether
from
my
back
or
my
sides
:
as
they
have
grown
so
I
stand
,
and
I
do
not
believe
in
your
hopes
and
your
lies
"
As
he
passed
through
the
forest
Prince
Andrew
turned
several
times
to
look
at
that
oak
,
as
if
expecting
something
from
it
.
Under
the
oak
,
too
,
were
flowers
and
grass
,
but
it
stood
among
them
scowling
,
rigid
,
misshapen
,
and
grim
as
ever
.
"
Yes
,
the
oak
is
right
,
a
thousand
times
right
,
"
thought
Prince
Andrew
.
"
Let
others
--
the
young
--
yield
afresh
to
that
fraud
,
but
we
know
life
,
our
life
is
finished
!
"
