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Nijeradze was speaking with perfect seriousness, and for that reason Lichonin with Soloviev good-naturedly started laughing; but with entire unexpectedness, to the general amazement of all, Simanovsky sustained him. "The prince speaks common sense. To have the mastery of an instrument elevates the aesthetic sense, in any case; and is even a help in life.
"Well, yes, Liuba. Prince, ALLAHVERDI!" "YAKSHI-OL," answered Nijeradze and clinked his glass of beer with him. "And I'll also say, that I rejoice over you, friend Lichonin," continued Soloviev, setting down his glass and licking his moustache. "Rejoice, and bow before you.
The art, the mastery of this instrument promising, to judge by the advertisement, three roubles of clear profit a day proved to be so uncomplicated that Lichonin, Soloviev, and Nijeradze easily mastered it in a few hours; while Lichonin even contrived to knit a whole stocking of uncommon durability, and of such dimensions that it would have proven big even for the feet of Minin and Pozharsky, whose statues are in Moscow, on Krasnaya Square.
"What meaneth this dream?" asked Nijeradze, opening wide his oriental, somewhat sheepish eyes. "Whence this beauteous child, this comrade in a petticoat?" Lichonin shook his head with great significance and made a wry face.
But the astonishment was only momentary. For some reason he became offended. He raised the hand of the recumbent man, which hung down to the floor, with the extinguished cigarette still remaining between its fingers, and, shaking it hard, he said in a serious, almost severe voice: "Listen, now, Nijeradze, I'm asking you seriously.
Somewhere deep not in his mind, but in the hidden, almost unseizable secret recesses of his consciousness something resembling the thought that Nijeradze was right flashed through him.
This isn't a comrade in a petticoat, but ... simply, I was just now with my colleagues ... that is, I wasn't, but just dropped in for a minute with my friends into the Yamkas, to Anna Markovna ..." "With whom?" asked Nijeradze, becoming animated. "Well, isn't it all the same to you, prince?
Nijeradze askance, questioningly, only with the movement of his eyes, indicated her to Lichonin. "Never mind. Don't pay any attention," answered the other aloud. "But let's get out of here, however. I'll tell you everything right away. Excuse me, Liubochka, it's only for a minute. I'll come back at once, fix you up, and then evaporate, like smoke."
"If we had to do with a well-educated girl, or, worse still, with a half-educated one, then only nonsense would result out of all that we're preparing to do, a mere soap-bubble; while here before us is maiden ground, untouched virgin soil." "He-ee!" Nijeradze started neighing equivocally. Soloviev, now no longer joking, but with real wrath, pounced upon him: "Listen, prince!
And let us do everything in order to educate her mind a little; and that her heart and soul are beautiful, of that I am sure. I've no grounds for the faith, but I am sure, I almost know. Nijeradze! Don't clown!" he cried abruptly, growing pale, "I've restrained myself several times already at your fool pranks. I have until now held you as a man of conscience and feeling.
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