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It was just this uproar which seemed to arouse Golushkin to enthusiasm; the real gist of the matter seemed to consist in this, for him."* *All citations from Turgenev's novels are from Constance Garnett's translations.
"Take care, brother Kapiton! Mind what you are about!" was his first thought on meeting a new person. At this point a servant entered with some refreshment; Golushkin cleared his throat significantly, asked if they would not partake of something, and was the first to gulp down a glass of strong pepper-brandy. The guests partook of refreshments.
"I am drinking, Kapiton Andraitch," the clerk observed, emptying a glass down his throat. Golushkin followed his suit. "I wonder he doesn't burst!" Paklin whispered to Nejdanov. "He's used to it!" the latter replied. But the clerk was not the only one who drank. Little by little the wine affected them all. Nejdanov, Markelov, and even Solomin began taking part in the conversation.
"Such clever chaps they are nowadays! Clever chaps!" Solomin interrupted him by asking about the hopeful young man whom he had mentioned and where he had discovered him. Golushkin laughed, repeating once or twice, "Just wait, you will see! You will see!" and began questioning him about his factory and its "rogue" of an owner, to which Solomin replied in monosyllables.
Golushkin roared with laughter till the tears rolled down his cheeks. "Yes, yes," he spluttered, "if he talks through his nose.. then he's an army man!" "You idiot!" Paklin thought to himself. "Everything is rotten in this country, wherever you may turn!" he bawled out after a pause. "Everything is rotten, everything! "Who talks of half measures!"
The proselyte Vasia continued silent, and though he sat on the very edge of his chair and conducted himself generally with a servility quite out of keeping with the convictions to which, according to his master, he was devoted body and soul, yet gulped down the wine with an amazing greediness. The others made up for his silence, however, that is, Golushkin and Paklin, especially Paklin.
He read very little, but had an excellent memory for learned expressions. The young people found Golushkin in his study, where he was sitting comfortably wrapped up in a long dressing-gown, with a cigar between his lips, pretending to be reading a newspaper.
To this Vasia bowed, blushed, blinked his eyes, and grinned in such a manner that it was impossible to say whether he was merely a vulgar fool or an out-and-out knave and blackguard. "Well, gentlemen, let us go to dinner," Golushkin exclaimed. They partook of various kinds of salt fish to give them an appetite and sat down to the table.
Neither Solomin nor Nejdanov knew what to say, but Markelov replied instantly, with that same severity in his face and voice: "Of course we will come." "Thanks very much," Golushkin said hastily, and bending down to Markelov, added, "I will give a thousand roubles for the cause in any case.... Don't be afraid of that!"
"We must do everything with one blow! With one blow, I say!" "What is the use of extreme measures? It's like jumping out of the window." "And I'll jump too, if necessary!" Golushkin shouted. "I'll jump! and so will Vasia! I've only to tell him and he'll jump! eh, Vasia? You'll jump, eh?" The clerk finished his glass of champagne. "Where you go, Kapiton Andraitch, there I follow.
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