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Updated: May 9, 2025
He discovered Grogoff's address, went to the Gagarinskaya and looked up at the flat, hung about a bit in the hope of seeing Nina. Then he did see her at Rozanov's party, and this, although he said nothing to me about it at the time, had a tremendous effect on him. He thought she looked "awful." All the joy had gone from her; she was years older, miserable, and defiant.
Then, thank Heaven, we crossed the Nevski, and our way was clear. The old cabman whipped up his horse and, in a minute or two we were outside 16 Gagarinskaya. I was not the kind of man for this kind of job. In the first place I hated quarrels, and knowing Grogoff's hot temper I had every reason to expect a tempestuous interview.
He had no idea at all how he would get into the flat, but he thought that fortune would be certain to favour him. He always thought that. Well, fortune did. He left the office and arrived in the Gagarinskaya about half-past five in the evening. He walked about a little, and then saw a bearded tall fellow drive up in an Isvostchick.
I found by a miracle of good fortune an Isvostchick in the street outside. We plunged along through the pools of water in the direction of the Gagarinskaya. That was a horrible drive. In the Sadovaya we met the slow, winding funeral procession.
She doesn't know.... Boris Oh! it's impossible. Don't leave without bringing her back with you." Even old Uncle Ivan seemed distressed. "Dear, dear..." he kept repeating, "dear, dear.... Poor little Nina. Poor little Nina " "Where does Grogoff live?" I asked. "16 Gagarinskaya.... Flat 3. Quick. You must bring her back with you. Promise me." "I will do my best," I said.
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