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Tamara and Gladishev again sat down side by side. "Well, really, how is it that Jennechka isn't coming by now?" asked Kolya impatiently. Tamara quickly gave Verka a look with a question, incomprehensible to the uninitiated, in her eyes. Verka quickly lowered her eyelashes. This signified: yes, he is gone. "I'll go right away and call her," said Tamara.
Jennka herself did not drink, did not get up from the bed, and all the time muffled herself up in a gray shawl of Orenburg manufacture, although it was hot in the room. She looked fixedly, without tearing her eyes away, at the handsome, sunburned face of Gladishev, which had become so manly. Orenburg has as high a reputation for woolens as Sheffield has for steel. Trans.
You see, how good-looking you are, that a wench does not grudge even money for you?" she began laughing. Gladishev turned around to her; even his unobserving ear was struck by Jennka's strange tone neither sad, nor kindly, nor yet mocking. "No, sweetie, I'd be very glad to; I'd like to remain myself, but I can't possibly; I promised to be home toward ten o'clock."
And, also, the long-legged, aged Roly-Poly wandered over the room, sitting down now next one girl, now another, and entertaining them all with his fluent chatter. When Kolya Gladishev walked into the front hall, the first to recognize him was the round-eyed Verka, dressed in her usual jockey costume.
What shall I treat you with, young people? Will you order beer or wine?" Gladishev had a great deal of money in his pocket, as much as he never had before during all his brief life all of twenty-five roubles; and he wanted to go on a splurge. Beer he drank only out of bravado, but could not bear its bitter taste, and wondered himself how others could ever drink it.
A minute later Gladishev walked in; and after him Tamara, dragging Petrov by the hand, who resisted and kept his head down. And in the rear was thrust in the pink, sharp, foxy little phiz of the cross-eyed housekeeper Zociya. "And that's fine, now," the housekeeper commenced to bustle. "It's just sweet to look at; two handsome gents and two swell dames. A regular bouquet.
"What's the matter with you, dearie?" asked Gladishev, sitting down on her bed and stroking her hand. "Nothing special... Head aches a little... I hit myself." "Well, don't you pay any attention." "Well, here I've seen you, and already I feel better. How is it you haven't been here for so long?" "I couldn't snatch away the time, nohow-camping.
Well, if she had only said to you: take me, but only give me two roubles what would you have said to her?" "I don't understand you, Jennka!" Gladishev suddenly grew angry. "What are you putting on airs for! What sort of comedy are you trying to put over! Honest to God, I'll dress myself at once and go away." "Wait a while, wait a while, Kolya!
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