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Jennka was reserved, sad, and apparently troubled over something. Platonov at once understood and sensed this. "You excuse me, Jennechka, I must have dinner right away," said he, "so, perhaps, you'll go together with me and tell me what's the matter, while I'll manage to eat at the same time. There's a modest little inn not far from here.
Let them all perish, the honest skunks!" Tamara carefully and tenderly stroked Jennka's head. "Can it be that you'll go the limit, Jennechka?" "Yes. And without any mercy. All of you, however, don't have to be afraid of me. I choose the man myself. The stupidest, the handsomest, the richest and the most important, but not to one of you will I let them go afterward. Oh!
Finally, Jennka got up, and, without looking at Platonov, extended her cold, feeble hand to him. "Good-bye, Sergei Ivanovich! Excuse me, that I took up your time ... Oh, well, I can see myself that you'd help me, if you only could ... But, evidently, there's nothing to be done here ... Good-bye!" "Only don't do anything foolish, Jennechka! I implore you! ..."
"And what do they torture you for, angels that you are? If I was to have a brother like you, or a son my heart would just simply bleed. Here's to your health, little cadet!" They clinked glasses. Jennka was just as attentively scrutinizing Gladishev. "And you, Jennechka?" he asked, extending a glass.
The same ones who started a row with Platonov? I found out about it for the first time then. I found out in the daytime." "Do you know," quietly remarked Tamara, "I almost guessed about this, and particularly then, when you went down on your knees before the singer and talked quietly about something with her. But still, my dear Jennechka, you must attend to yourself."
"Leave off, Jennechka, leave off. Well, now, what are you doing? Let me go!" Little Manya is the meekest and quietest girl in the entire establishment. She is kind, yielding, can never refuse anybody's request, and involuntarily everybody treats her with great gentleness.
In a short while Kolya became accustomed to it; grew bolder, became familiarized with woman, and rejoiced very much over the fact that when he came into the establishment, all the girls, and Verka before all, would call out: "Jennechka, your lover has come!" It was pleasant, in relating this to his comrades, to be plucking at an imaginary moustache.
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