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"This way, this way, Vassily Fedosaitch!" Sipiagin called out, just as if they were groping their way through a tangled forest and Solomin needed a guide. "This way! Do be careful, there are some steps here, Vassily Fedosaitch!" "If you want to call me by my father's Christian name," Solomin said slowly, "then it isn't Fedosaitch, but Fedotitch."
"Allow me to introduce you to my wife," he said, gently pressing his hand against Solomin's back, pushing him towards her as it were. "My dear, here is our best local engineer and manufacturer, Vassily... Fedosaitch Solomin."
"Besides, I've not come here for long." "Voila ou l'ours a montre sa patte," she thought in French, but at this moment her husband appeared in the doorway, his hat on his head and a walking stick in his hand. "Are you ready, Vassily Fedosaitch?" he asked in a free and easy tone, half turned towards him. Solomin rose, bowed to Valentina Mihailovna, and walked out behind Sipiagin.
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