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"But I, now, not the very least bit." "That's wrong...You go away now, young fellow. When I'll need you I'll call out," said Platonov to the serving-man "Absolutely wrong, Jennechka! This was an unusually big and forceful man. Such come only one to the hundreds of thousands. I don't respect suicides.
Tamara sat down on Jennka's bed, gently embraced her, and, having put her mouth near her very ear, said in a whisper: "What's the matter, Jennechka? I've seen for a long time that something strange is going on in you. And Manka feels that too. Just see, how she's wasted without your caressing. Tell me. Perhaps I'll be able to help you in some way?"
He sat down on the edge of the bed, and impulsively embraced her around the bared, swarthy arms. "Let's not quarrel, then, Jennechka," he said tenderly. And she twined herself around him, placed her arms on his neck, while her head she pressed against his breast. They kept silent so for several seconds. "Kolya," Jennie suddenly asked dully, "but were you never afraid of becoming infected?"
I make believe I'm so passionate before them, that you'd burst out laughing if you saw. I bite them, I scratch, I cry and shiver like an insane woman. They believe it, the pack of fools." "It's your affair, it's your affair, Jennechka," meditatively uttered Tamara, looking down. "Perhaps you're right, at that. Who knows? But tell me, how did you get away from the doctor?"
"She'll come back," said Platonov. "She will," Jennie repeated with conviction. Lichonin walked up to her, took her by the hands and began to speak in a trembling whisper: "Jennechka ... Perhaps you ... eh? For I don't call you as a mistress ... but a friend ... It's all a trifle, half a year of rest ... and then we'll master some trade or other ... we'll read..."
I'd have horses of my own, and diamonds." "Everyone to his tastes, Jennechka. You too, now, are a very pretty and darling girl, and your character is so independent and brave, and yet you and I have gotten stuck in Anna Markovna's." Jennie flares up and answers with unsimulated bitterness: "Yes! Why not! All things come your way! ...You have all the very best guests.
"Why not, Jennechka? I'll go further than that. Out of us scarcely, scarcely one in a thousand has committed abortion. But all of you several times over. What? Or isn't that the truth? And those of you who've done this, did it not out of desperation or cruel poverty, but you simply were afraid of spoiling your figure and beauty that's your sole capital!
You're somehow queer. You're always wandering somewhere, seeking something...You forgive me, Sergei Ivanovich, you're some sort of a little innocent! ... And that's just why I've come to you, to you alone! ..." "Speak on, Jennechka..."
"Darling Jennechka, really, it's not worth while ... A life like any life ... I went to boarding school; was a governess; sang in a choir; then kept a shooting gallery in a summer garden; and then got mixed up with a certain charlatan and taught myself to shoot with a Winchester ... I traveled with circuses I represented an American Amazon.
In the general drawing room they made things up between them, and after ten minutes Zociya, the housekeeper, shoved in her little, squinting, pink, cunning face through the half-open door of the private room. "Jennechka," she called, "go, they have brought your linen, go count it. And you, Niura, the actor begs to come for just a minute, to drink some champagne. He's with Henrietta and Big Manya."
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