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The young man, holding himself very erect, with eyes forever twinkling with enjoyment, was an officer from Petersburg, Gagin. Turovtsin introduced them. "Oblonsky's always late." "Ah, here he is!" "Have you only just come?" said Oblonsky, coming quickly towards them. "Good day. Had some vodka? Well, come along then."
Perhaps he repeated this character so often because he saw Rudin in his own heart. At all events, he never wearied of showing Russians what they were, and he took this means of showing it. In nearly all his novels, and in many of his short tales, he has given us a whole gallery of Rudins under various names. In "Acia," for example, we have a charming picture of the young painter, Gagin.
There was nothing left for the assistant procurator but to acknowledge himself in the wrong and go back to his spouse. "I say, Pelagea," he said, "you had my dressing-gown to brush. Where is it?" "Oh, I am so sorry, sir; I forgot to put it on your chair. It's hanging on a peg near the stove." Gagin felt for the dressing-gown by the stove, put it on, and went quietly back to his room.
"Basile, I shall faint! . . ." Gagin cursed, put on his slippers, cursed again, and set off to the kitchen. It was as dark as the inside of a barrel, and the assistant procurator had to feel his way. He groped his way to the door of the nursery and waked the nurse. "Vassilissa," he said, "you took my dressing-gown to brush last night where is it?" "I gave it to Pelagea to brush, sir."
Talking and greeting the friends they met, Levin and the prince walked through all the rooms: the great room where tables had already been set, and the usual partners were playing for small stakes; the divan room, where they were playing chess, and Sergey Ivanovitch was sitting talking to somebody; the billiard room, where, about a sofa in a recess, there was a lively party drinking champagne Gagin was one of them.
"Gagin showed me all his canvases. In his sketches there was a good deal of life and truth, a certain breadth and freedom; but not one of them was finished, and the drawing struck me as careless and incorrect. I gave candid expression to my opinion. "'Yes, yes, he assented, with a sigh, 'you're right; it's all very poor and crude; what's to be done?
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