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"My good Naum Ivanitch," Yefrem began, "let him go, don't ruin the old man altogether. Don't take that sin upon your soul, Naum Ivanitch. Only think the man was in despair he didn't know what he was doing." "Give over that nonsense," Naum cut him short. "What! Am I likely to let him go! Why, he'd set fire to the house to-morrow if I did." "He wouldn't, Naum Ivanitch, believe me.

Of Aglaia it was told that in her youth she used to attend the Flagellant meetings in Vedenyapino, and that she was still a Flagellant in secret, and that was why she wore a white kerchief. Yakov Ivanitch was ten years older than Matvey he was a very handsome tall old man with a big grey beard almost to his waist, and bushy eyebrows which gave his face a stern, even ill-natured expression.

Lemon squash with brandy in it is very much like champagne. . . . I drank it and I felt nothing. Next day after the performance I rode out on horseback with that Adolf Ivanitch. It was rather damp and there was a strong wind. It was most likely then that I caught cold.

"I, myself, little father, Fedor Ivanitch," Anton used to tell Lavretsky, "though I did not then live in the master's house, still I can remember your great-grandfather, Andrey Afanasyevitch, seeing that I had come to my eighteenth year when he died.

He laughed till he coughed, laid his head on my breast, and said what he always did say on meeting me: "You grow younger and younger. I don't know what dye you use for your hair and your beard; you might give me some of it." "I've come to return your call, Ivan Ivanitch," I said untruthfully. "Don't be hard on me; I'm a townsman, conventional; I do keep count of calls."

"Stay another quarter of an hour.... Please do!" Evidently she did not wish to be left alone with me without a witness. "Oh, well, I'll wait a quarter of an hour, too," I thought. "Why, it's snowing!" I said, getting up and looking out of window. "A good fall of snow! Ivan Ivanitch" I went on walking about the room "I do regret not being a sportsman.

It was Fyodor Timofeyitch, for the first time of their whole acquaintance coming up to her. What did he want? Auntie licked his paw, and not asking why he had come, howled softly and on various notes. "K-gee!" cried Ivan Ivanitch, "K-g-ee!" The door opened again and the master came in with a candle.

I shall go to him and say, 'Come, old man, put aside your horrid subjects, ladies' amours and the beauties of nature, and show up human depravity." For a minute he pondered, then said: "Gusev, do you know how I took them in?" "Took in whom, Pavel Ivanitch?"

When their legs and their tongues had brought them to Little Lower Street they were both red in the face, and taking off their hats, wiped away the perspiration. "Tell me, please," said Ivan Ivanitch, addressing an old man sitting on a little bench by a gate, "where is Nastasya Petrovna Toskunov's house?" "There is no one called Toskunov here," said the old man, after pondering a moment.

The first outline visible in the darkness was a blue circle the little round window; then little by little Gusev could distinguish his neighbour in the next hammock, Pavel Ivanitch. The man slept sitting up, as he could not breathe lying down.