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In vain did Little White Manka, Manka the Scandaliste, who adored her, try to turn her attention to herself Jennka seemed not to notice her, and the conversation did not at all get on. It was depressing. But it may have been that the August drizzle, which had steadily set in for several weeks running, reacted upon all of them.
In the mind of Liubka quickly flashed the images of her former mates, Jennka and Tamara, so proud, so brave and resourceful oh, far brainier than these maidens and she, almost unexpectedly for herself, suddenly said sharply: "There was a lot of them. I've already forgotten. Kolka, Mitka, Volodka, Serejka, Jorjik, Troshka, Petka, and also Kuzka and Guska with a party. But why are you interested?"
We are fallen, but we don't lie and don't pretend, but you all fall, and lie to boot. Think it over for yourself; now in whose favour is this difference?" "Bravo, Tamarochka, that's the way to serve them!" shouted Manka, without getting up from the floor; dishevelled, fair, curly, resembling at this moment a thirteen-year-old girl. "Now, now!" urged Jennka as well, flashing with her flaming eyes.
"And this is one of those questions where you'll always run up against a wall. No one will help you..." "No one, no one! ..." passionately exclaimed Jennka. "Do you remember this was while you were there: a student carried away our Liubka..." "Why, certainly, I remember well! ... Well, and what then?"
Tamara was observing this for the first time and wondered, because Jennka had always disliked wine, and drank very rarely; and then only at the constraint of guests. "What are you giving stuff away so to-day?" asked Tamara. "Just as though you'd gotten ready to die, or to go into a convent?" "Yes, and I will go away," answered Jennka listlessly. "I am weary, Tamarochka! ..."
Tamara smiled craftily and haughtily: "No, when it comes to a real matter, I'm not jelly. Perhaps you'll see this soon, Jennechka. Only let's better not quarrel as it is it isn't any too sweet to live. All right, I'll go at once and send him to you." When she had gone away, Jennka lowered the light in the little hanging blue lantern, put on her night blouse, and lay down.
"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.
You're smart, you're original; you have that special power before which men crawl and creep so willingly. You go away from here, too. Not with me, of course I'm always single but go away all by your own self." Jennka shook her head and quietly, without tears, hid her face in her palms.
And at once she ran to the door, opened it and called out: "Housekeeper!" "Tell you what, housekeeper dear," Jennka directed, "go and find out, please, which one of them is free Tamara or Little White Manka. And the one that's free send here." Kolya growled out something in the back, but Jennka purposely did not listen to him.
And now Jennka, the proud Jennka began kissing the knees and hands of the artiste and was saying: "Then why have people wronged me so? ... Why have they wronged me so? Why? Why? Why?" Such is the might of genius! The only might which takes into its beautiful hands not the abject reason, but the warm soul of man!
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