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Updated: June 11, 2025
He's not Seryozha now, but quite full-fledged Sergey Alexyevitch!" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling, as he looked at the handsome, broad-shouldered lad in blue coat and long trousers, who walked in alertly and confidently. The boy looked healthy and good-humored.
He measured me all over lengthways and crossways, as though he meant to put hoops round me like a barrel; then he spent a long time noting down my measurements with a thick pencil on a bit of paper, and ticked off all the measurements with triangular signs. When he had finished with me he set to work on my tutor, Yegor Alexyevitch Pobyedimsky.
The figure stands still in the middle of the compartment for a long while, breathing heavily, screwing up his eyes and peering at the seats. "No, wrong again!" he mutters. "What the deuce! It's positively revolting! No, the wrong one again!" One of the passengers stares at the figure and utters a shout of joy: "Ivan Alexyevitch! what brings you here? Is it you?"
The bridegroom gets up and looks blankly round the company. "Yes, yes," Pyotr Petrovitch explains. "You must have jumped into the wrong train at Bologoe. . . . After your glass of brandy you succeeded in getting into the down-train." Ivan Alexyevitch turns pale, clutches his head, and begins pacing rapidly about the carriage. "Ach, idiot that I am!" he says in indignation. "Scoundrel!
The passengers, looking at the tipsy and blissful bridegroom, are infected by his cheerfulness and no longer feel sleepy. Instead of one listener, Ivan Alexyevitch has now an audience of five. He wriggles and splutters, gesticulates, and prattles on without ceasing. He laughs and they all laugh. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, don't think so much! Damn all this analysis!
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