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"I've simply come to see you." His brother's timidity obviously softened Nikolay. His lips twitched. "Oh, so that's it?" he said. "Well, come in; sit down. Like some supper? Masha, bring supper for three. No, stop a minute. Do you know who this is?" he said, addressing his brother, and indicating the gentleman in the jerkin: "This is Mr. Kritsky, my friend from Kiev, a very remarkable man.
Kritsky had hardly gone out when Nikolay Levin smiled and winked. "He's no good either," he said. "I see, of course..." But at that instant Kritsky, at the door, called him... "What do you want now?" he said, and went out to him in the passage. Left alone with Marya Nikolaevna, Levin turned to her. "Have you been long with my brother?" he said to her. "Yes, more than a year.
"You're of the Kiev university?" said Konstantin Levin to Kritsky, to break the awkward silence that followed. "Yes, I was of Kiev," Kritsky replied angrily, his face darkening. "And this woman," Nikolay Levin interrupted him, pointing to her, "is the partner of my life, Marya Nikolaevna.
Have you read his article?" he asked Kritsky, sitting down again at the table, and moving back off half of it the scattered cigarettes, so as to clear a space. "I've not read it," Kritsky responded gloomily, obviously not desiring to enter into the conversation. "Why not?" said Nikolay Levin, now turning with exasperation upon Kritsky. "Because I didn't see the use of wasting my time over it."
"Oh, but excuse me, how did you know it would be wasting your time? That article's too deep for many people that's to say it's over their heads. But with me, it's another thing; I see through his ideas, and I know where its weakness lies." Everyone was mute. Kritsky got up deliberately and reached his cap. "Won't you have supper? All right, good-bye! Come round tomorrow with the locksmith."
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