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Paklin, but you won't get anything out of it!" and then these sad, aged, dejected eyes! he thought in desperation. And as it says in the scriptures, he "wept bitterly" as he turned his steps towards the oasis, to Fomishka and Fimishka and Snandulia. WHEN Mariana came out of her room that morning she noticed Nejdanov sitting on the couch fully dressed.
But Paklin soon reassured them, introducing Nejdanov, Solomin, and Markelov in turn, as good quiet people, not "governmental." Fomishka and Fimishka had a horror of governmental, that is to say, official people. Snandulia, who appeared at her brother's request, was far more disturbed and agitated than the old couple.
Nejdanov began talking and Mariana listened to him with a sort of stony attention, only stopping him when she thought he was hurrying over things, not giving her sufficient details. However, not all the details of his visit were of equal interest to her; she laughed over Fomishka and Fimishka, but they did not interest her. Their life was too remote from hers.
"Hunchbacks always have fingers like that." The visitors came upon Fomishka and Fimishka at the very minute when they had awakened from their afternoon nap and were drinking bilberry wine. "We are going into the eighteenth century!" Paklin exclaimed as they crossed the threshold of the Subotchevs' house.
Neither Fomishka nor Fimishka had ever been ill, and if one or the other ever felt the slightest indisposition they would both drink some concoction made of lime-flower, rub warm oil on their stomachs, or drop hot candle grease on the soles of their feet and the little ailment would soon pass over. They spent their days exactly alike.
Solomin's habitual smile became even broader, while Markelov, who had been for some time showing signs of impatience, suddenly turned to Fomishka: "I did not expect that you," he began in his severe manner, "with your enlightened mind I've heard that you are a follower of Voltaire could be amused with what ought to be an object for compassion with deformity!"
Fomishka produced a very ancient carved wooden snuff-box and showed it to the visitors with great pride. At one time one could have discerned about thirty-six little human figures in various attitudes carved on its lid, but they were so erased as to be scarcely visible now. Fomishka, however, still saw them and could even count them.
Here Fomishka began to express his views on the modern French, saying that they had become very wicked nowadays! "What makes you think so, Foma Lavrentievitch?" "Look at the awful names they give themselves nowadays!" "What, for instance?" "Nogent Saint Lorraine, for instance! A regular brigand's name!"
Nejdanov exclaimed, "were you ever a hunting man?" "Yes. I was for a time. Once the horse threw me at full gallop and I injured my kurpey. Fimishka got frightened and forbade me; so I have given it up since then." "What did you injure?" Nejdanov asked. "My kurpey," Fomishka repeated, lowering his voice. The visitors looked at one another.
Fomishka, perhaps, speaks just a little more expressively. You are about to enter on a great undertaking, my dear friends; may be on a terrible conflict... Why not, before plunging into the stormy deep, take a dip in to " "Stagnant water," Markelov put in. "Stagnant if you like, but not putrid.
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