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"Thanks for the compliment!" interrupted Pacomius Borisovitch. The fair-haired man nodded to him satirically. "I need a lot more," he repeated firmly and impressively; "and if you don't give me at least twenty-five rubles I'll denounce you this very minute to the police and you see I have my witnesses ready." "Sergei Antonitch! Mr. Kovroff! Have mercy on us! Where can we get so much from?

Finally, Jennka got up, and, without looking at Platonov, extended her cold, feeble hand to him. "Good-bye, Sergei Ivanovich! Excuse me, that I took up your time ... Oh, well, I can see myself that you'd help me, if you only could ... But, evidently, there's nothing to be done here ... Good-bye!" "Only don't do anything foolish, Jennechka! I implore you! ..."

They awaited my father's arrival impatiently, but were secretly afraid of his influence on his brother, and hoped against hope that Sergei Nikolayevitch would send for the priest before his arrival. "Imagine our surprise and delight," said Maria Tolstoy, "when Lyovotchka came out of his room and told Maria Mikhailovna that Seryozha wanted a priest sent for.

It means that you are not yet ready to do it. The fact that my writings have been bought and sold during these last ten years has been the most painful thing in my whole life to me." Three copies were made of this will, and they were kept by my sister Masha, my brother Sergei, and Tchertkof.

'What have you got against me? Am I so dreadfully ugly? She is shameless, Sergei, and wicked! 'With all this health and strength of mine, must I go to my father-in-law? And I answered: 'If you like go where you wish, but I can't act against my soul. If I had love for you, well and good; but being as it is, how is it possible? Father Ivan says it's the deadliest sin.

We are not beasts, are we? She went on crying: 'You have ruined my chances in life! And I pitied her very much. 'It's nothing, I said; 'things will come all right. Or, I continued, 'you can go into a convent. And she began to insult me. 'You are a stupid fool, Mitia! a coward!" "Well, I'm blest!" exclaims Sergei, in a delighted whisper. "So you told her straight to go into a convent?"

"Perhaps Sergei Ivanich knows some sort of magic word," jested Ramses. "Or is held here in an especially honoured state?" Boris Sobashnikov put in pointedly, with emphasis.

"Why, it comes to me, you also spoke of this at one time, in our place wasn't it on that same evening before the Trinity? ... Yes, children foolish, trusting, blind, greedy, frivolous...And we cannot tear ourselves out of our harness...where are we to go? what are we to do? ... And please, don't you think it, Sergei Ivanovich that the spite within me is strong only against those who wronged just me, me personally...No, against all our guests in general; all these cavaliers, from little to big...Well, and so I have resolved to avenge myself and my sisters.

Get married! I don't like women, I said: and you especially, you are too bold. Yes and I can't have anything to do with it. Do you understand? For me, it disgusts me, and it is a sin. And children one is answerable to God for one's children." "Disgusts," yells Sergei and laughs. "Well! and what did Marka reply? What?" "She said, 'What shall I do now? and then she began to cry.

I tell you as in the presence of the Creator! There are ten of us, as you see. And there are three of you. And I, Yuzitch, and Gretcka deserve double shares!" added Pacomius Borisovitch persuasively. "Gretcka deserves nothing at all for catching me by the throat," decided Sergei Antonitch Kovroff. "Mr. Kovroff!" began Pacomius again. "You and I are gentlemen " "What! What did you say?"