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The large hall in a private house on Ostozhyónka Street was already half filled with spectators when Arátoff and Kupfer arrived. Theatrical representations were sometimes given in that hall, but on this occasion neither stage-scenery nor curtain were visible.
Though he had not expected to find him, he found him. Kupfer had, as a fact, been away from Moscow for some time, but he had now been back a week, and was indeed on the point of setting off to see Aratov. He met him with his usual heartiness, and was beginning to make some sort of explanation ... but Aratov at once cut him short with the impatient question, 'Have you heard it? Is it true?
Five rubles if thou wishest the first row." "And where did this wonderful young girl come from?" asked Arátoff. Kupfer grinned. "That I cannot say.... Of late she has found an asylum with the Princess. The Princess, as thou knowest, is a patron of all such people.... And it is probable that thou sawest her that evening." Arátoff started inwardly, faintly ... but made no answer.
You're not going in for becoming a monk! Aratov was, however, still refractory; but Kupfer found an unexpected ally in Platonida Ivanovna. Though she had no clear idea what was meant by the word asceticism, she too was of opinion that it would be no harm for dear Yasha to take a little recreation, to see people, and to show himself.
Arátoff did not utter a word, but dropped down on a chair, and after waiting a while he asked Kupfer to tell him ... he hesitated. "What?" asked Kupfer. "Why ... everything," replied Arátoff slowly. "About her family, for instance ... and so forth. Everything thou knowest!" "But does that interest thee? Certainly!"
Aratov did not let his friend answer his aunt's question, but hurriedly snatching the ticket held out to him, told Platonida Ivanovna to give Kupfer five roubles at once. She blinked in amazement.... However, she handed Kupfer the money in silence. Her darling Yasha had ejaculated his commands in a very imperative manner. 'I tell you, a wonder of wonders! cried Kupfer, hurrying to the door.
Truth to tell, Kupfer breakfasted and dined with him rather often, and even as he was not a rich man borrowed small sums of money from him; but it was not that which made the free-and-easy German so diligently frequent the little house on Shabólovka Street.
"She's a marvel of marvels, I tell thee!" cried Kupfer, darting toward the door. "Expect me to-morrow!" "Has she black eyes?" called Arátoff after him. "As black as coal!" merrily roared Kupfer, and disappeared. Arátoff went off to his own room, while Platonída Ivánovna remained rooted to the spot, repeating: "Help, Lord! Lord, help!"
But, my dear boy ... this news seems to be upsetting you? Why, I recollect you didn't care for Clara at one time? You were wrong, though! She was a marvellous girl only what a temper! I was terribly broken-hearted about her! Aratov did not utter a word, he dropped into a chair, and after a brief pause, asked Kupfer to tell him ... he stammered. 'What? inquired Kupfer.
Clara was created for dramatic parts.... Her very appearance ... But where are you off to? Kupfer interrupted himself, seeing that Aratov was reaching after his hat. 'I don't feel quite well, replied Aratov. 'Good-bye ... I'll come in another time. Kupfer stopped him and looked into his face. 'What a nervous fellow you are, my boy! Just look at yourself.... You're as white as chalk.
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