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This girl is under my protection;" and I handed the document to the man who held little Luba in his arms. It was only my Foreign Office passport, but I knew they could not read English and that it was a formidable screed, with its coat-of-arms and visa.
And the dimness in the room was growing thicker and thicker, outside the window it was heavy with darkness, and the black branches of the linden-trees were shaking pensively. "You might light the lamp," Foma went on. "How unhappy we both are," said Luba, with a sigh. Foma did not like this. "I am not unhappy," he objected in a firm voice. "I am simply not yet accustomed to life."
His relations with everybody are so free, so clever, he has a word for each and every one. You can see at once that whatever he should desire he is sure to attain." "What is he striving for?" exclaimed Luba. "Nothing but money. But there are people that want happiness for all on earth, and to gain this end they work without sparing themselves; they suffer and perish!
Papa entered the room with short, soft steps, and approached Lubotshka. On seeing him she stopped playing. "No, go on, Luba, go on," he said as he forced her to sit down again. She went on playing, while Papa, his head on his hand, sat near her for a while. Then suddenly he gave his shoulders a shrug, and, rising, began to pace the room.
I can't understand." "I don't want to speak to you!" replied Luba, angrily. "That's your affair. But nevertheless, what wrong have I done to you?" "You? "Understand me, I am suffocating! It is close here. Is this life? Is this the way how to live? What am I? I am a hanger-on in my father's house. They keep me here as a housekeeper. Then they'll marry me! Again housekeeping. It's a swamp.
But that does not attract me. The other people are by far more interesting to me." "You mean the aristocrats?" asked Luba. "Yes." "That's just the place for you!" said Luba, with a smile of contempt. "Eh, you! Are they men? Do they have souls?" "How do you know them? You are not acquainted with them." "And the books? Have I not read books about them?"
She told of how the boy stood on the roof of her master's barn flapping his arms in imitation of the birds encircling his head; how he sprang in the air in a mad attempt to fly, and fell to the ground. But Luba had a reputation for being a liar, and none believed her although all enjoyed listening. "Such good imagination," they would say, after she was gone.
In the middle of the room stood an oval table, surrounded with old-fashioned, leather-covered chairs; on one partition hung a clock in a long case with a glass door, in the corner was a cupboard for dishes, and opposite the windows, by the walls, was an oaken sideboard as big as a fair-sized room. "Are you coming from the banquet?" asked Luba, entering. Foma nodded his head mutely.
A lump arose in my throat, for I saw, as the General pointed out, that my pretended ukase did not extend beyond my own person. Luba was a Russian subject, and therefore under the Russian martial law. Of a sudden, however, just as we emerged into the roadway, the unfortunate girl, at whose side I still remained, turned, and raising her tearful face to mine, with sudden impetuosity kissed me.
He will soon graduate from the Gymnasium and then he'll go to Moscow to study in the University." "Well, what of it?" said Foma, indifferently. "And you'll remain just an ignorant man." "Well, be it so." "That will be nice!" exclaimed Luba, ironically. "I shall hold my ground without science," said Foma, sarcastically. "And I'll have a laugh at all the learned people. Let the hungry study.
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