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Updated: May 18, 2025
"I don't want to," she answered listlessly, "but, however, ladies, you've drunk some wine, chatted a bit don't wear the welcome off the mat." "Perhaps you'll stay with me the whole night?" she asked Gladishev, when the others had gone away. "Don't you be afraid, dearie; if you won't have enough money, I'll pay the difference for you.
The dark tan of the face and the upper half of the neck was divided by a sharp line from the whiteness of the shoulders and breast. Gladishev blinked for a second.
Kolya Gladishev was a fine, merry, bashful young lad, with a large head; pink-cheeked, with a funny little white, bent line, as though from milk, upon his upper lip, under the light down of the moustache, sprouting through for the first time; with gray, naive eyes, placed far apart; and so closely cropped, that from underneath his flaxen little bristles the skin glistened through, just as with a thoroughbred Yorkshire suckling pig.
"Wait!" Gladishev stopped her. "It's necessary to feel his forehead; he may be alive yet..." He did try to thrust himself forward, but Simeon's fingers, just like iron pincers, seized him above the elbows and dragged him back. "There's nothing, there's nothing to be inspecting," sternly ordered Simeon, "go on, now, young gents, out of here!
"Let's go, Kerkovius," said Gladishev. "Au revoir, Tamara!" Tamara let the money down into her stocking, through the habit of all prostitutes, and went to show the boys the way. Even at the time that they were passing through the corridor Gladishev was struck by the strange, silent, tense bustle in the drawing room; the trampling of feet and some muffled, low-voiced, rapid conversations.
They don't understand anything! ..." So also not in vain passed for Gladishev the history of his elder brother, who had just come out of a military school into one of the conspicuous grenadier regiments; and, being on leave until such time when it would be possible for him to spread his wings, lived in two separate rooms with his family.
You can see these are decent people, and not just anybody..." But Gladishev turned red, and with a negligent air threw a ten rouble note on the table. "Oh, what's the use of talking about it. All right, bring it." "Whilst I'm at it, I'll take the money for the visit as well. What about you, young people are you on time or for the night?
Kolya Gladishev was not alone, but with a comrade of the same school, Petrov, who was stepping over the threshold of a brothel for the first time, having given in to the tempting persuasions of Gladishev.
These words, passionate and imperious, acted like hypnosis upon Gladishev. He submitted to her and lay down on his back, putting his hands underneath his head.
In the corridor Gladishev hesitated, because he did not know how to find the room to which Petrov had retired with Tamara. But the housekeeper Zociya helped him, running past him very quickly, and with a very anxious, alarmed air. "Oh, I haven't time to bother with you now!" she snarled back at Gladishev's question. "Third door to the left." Kolya walked up to the door indicated and knocked.
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