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I mean this for you! And there's a lot more to come yet!" Kollomietzev soon went into a squeak his anger always expressed itself in falsetto and became abusive.
Kollomietzev did not say anything. He belonged to that new species of money-lending landlord whom Markelov had mentioned in his last talk with Nejdanov, and was the more inhuman in his demands that he had no personal dealings with the peasants themselves. He never allowed them into his perfumed European study, and conducted all his business with them through his manager.
Isn't that so, Mariana?" This was evidently said to make Mariana feel uncomfortable, but Mariana, however, did not feel uncomfortable. "Yes, auntie," she replied, "I read everything I can get hold of on the subject. I am trying to understand the woman question." "There is youth for you!" Valentina Mihailovna exclaimed, turning to Kollomietzev.
"It means that you share his way of thinking, in which case my words apply to you too." Kollomietzev turned deadly pale with passion. "W-what? How? You ought to be on the spot " Heaven only knows what this skirmish between these two enemies might have led to, had not Sipiagin himself put a stop to it at the very outset.
Kollomietzev exclaimed, pulling off his other glove. Valentina Mihailovna half-closed her exquisite eyes and looked at him coquettishly. "Simion Petrovitch!" she exclaimed, "why do you use so many French words when speaking Russian? It seems to me rather old-fashioned, if you will excuse my saying so."
"Soyez tranquille!" Kollomietzev exclaimed, glancing up at her quickly from under the brim of his travelling cap one of his own special design with a cockade in it "C'est surtout l'autre, qu'il faut pincer!" "Go on!" Sipiagin exclaimed again. "You are not cold, Mr. Paklin? Go on!" The two carriages rolled away. For about ten minutes neither Sipiagin nor Paklin pronounced a single word.
Kollomietzev he did not know so well and respected less in consequence of various unpleasant complaints that had been made against him; however, he looked upon him as a man qui fera chemin in any case.
I can't hide things, and when I'm constantly being hurt I only keep from crying out because I'm too proud to do so." As she uttered these disjointed sentences, Mariana walked faster and faster. Suddenly she stopped. "Do you know that my aunt, in order to get rid of me, wants to marry me to that hateful Kollomietzev? She knows my ideas... in her eyes I'm almost a nihilist and he!
Meanwhile Sipiagin, his wife, Kollomietzev, and Anna Zaharovna sat down to cards. Kolia came to say goodnight, and, receiving his parents' blessing and a large glass of milk instead of tea, went off to bed. His father called after him to inform him that tomorrow he was to begin his lessons with Alexai Dmitritch.
SOLOMIN'S refusal greatly offended Sipiagin; so much so, that he suddenly found that this home-bred Stevenson was not such a wonderful engineer after all, and that though he was not perhaps a complete poser, yet gave himself airs like the plebeian he was. "All these Russians when they imagine they know a thing become insufferable! Au fond Kollomietzev was right!"
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