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"Yes!" he said dully, like an actor in the fourth act of a drama; and, letting his hands drop impotently, began to shake his chin, which had fallen upon his breast. "I expected everything, only not this. You I excuse, Liuba you are a cave being; but you, Simanovsky ... I esteemed you ... however, I still esteem you a decent man.
After several minutes he returned and sat down at his place. He felt that something had been said about him during his absence, and he ran his eyes uneasily over his comrades. Then, putting his hands on the table, he began: "Gentlemen, I know that you're all good, close friends," he gave a quick and sidelong look at Simanovsky, "and responsive people. I heartily beg of you to come to my aid.
It cannot be said that Simanovsky did not have success with women. His aplomb and his weighty, decisive tone always acted upon simple souls, especially upon fresh, naive, trusting souls. The passive, almost imperceptible, but firmly evasive resistance of Liubka irritated and excited him.
"Well, yes," calmly retorted Simanovsky. "A dish-washer, a laundress, a cook. All toil elevates a human being." Lichonin shook his head. "Words of gold. Wisdom itself speaks with your lips, Simanovsky.
Once Liubka complained about him to Lichonin: "He's too strict with me, now, Vassil Vassilievich; and I don't understand anything he says, and I don't want to take lessons with him any more." Somehow or other, Lichonin lamely quieted her down; but still he had an explanation with Simanovsky.
However, having suffered a few failures, Simanovsky still obstinately continued to act upon the mind and imagination of Liubka. He tried to explain to her the theory of the origin of species, beginning with an amoeba and ending with Napoleon. Liubka listened to him attentively, and during this there was an imploring expression in her eyes: "When will you stop at last?"
Liubka from delight bounced in her armchair, clapped her hands. The beauty of this monumental, heroic work had her in its grasp. But she did not have a chance to express her impressions in full. Soloviev was hurrying to a business appointment. And immediately, coming to meet Soloviev, having barely exchanged greetings with him in the doorway, came Simanovsky.
Make an effort, gentlemen; advise something." "We must know what she's fitted for," said Simanovsky. "For she must have been doing something before getting into the house." Lichonin, with an air of hopelessness, spread out his hands. "Almost nothing. She can sew just the least bit, just like any country lass. Why, she wasn't fifteen when some government clerk led her astray.
Nijeradze, with a slight doubtfulness and with unfinished phrases, as though he knew that which must be said, but concealed it. The queer fate of the girl, however, had seemingly engrossed, interested them all; and each one, in expressing his opinion, for some reason inevitably turned to Simanovsky.
Really, it's not for Lichonin to stand at the counter and to watch that somebody shouldn't suddenly wine and dine and slip away." Lichonin looked straight at him, insolently, but only set his jaws and let it pass in silence. Simanovsky began in his measured, incontrovertible tone, toying with the glasses of his PINCE-NEZ: "Your intention is splendid, gentlemen, beyond dispute.
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