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His godfather, smiling sceptically, would often say to him: "To women, Foma, you'll be sweeter than honey, but as yet not much common sense can be seen in you." Ignat would heave a sigh at these words. "You had better start out your son as soon as possible." "There's time yet, wait." "Why wait? He'll go about the Volga for two or three years and then we'll have him married. There's my Lubov."
True, at first I used to feel a little uncomfortable when left alone in the room with Varenika, for I could not rid myself of the idea that, though far from pretty, she wished me to fall in love with her; but in time this nervousness of mine began to lessen, since she always looked so natural, and talked to me so exactly as though she were conversing with her brother or Lubov Sergievna, that I came to look upon her simply as a person to whom it was in no way dangerous or wrong to show that I took pleasure in her company.
Whence comes this spoiling of the blood? From slowness of motion. Whence the mosquitoes, for instance? From the swamp. All sorts of uncleanliness multiply in stagnant waters. The same is true of a disordered life." "That isn't right, papa!" said Lubov, softly. "What do you mean by not right?" "Writers are the most unselfish people, they are noble personalities!
And he is willing to pass days and nights with those that despise him, and that are repulsive to him just to avoid being alone with himself." Foma lifted his head and said distrustfully, with surprise: "I cannot understand what it is! Lubov also says the same." "Which Lubov? What does she say?" "My foster-sister. She says the same, she is forever complaining of life.
"If you had as much brains as Marfa Poosadnitza, for instance. Eh, Lubov? Then I'd laugh at everybody, and at Foma. Come now, don't cry!" She wiped her eyes and asked: "What about Foma?" "He's rebellious. Ha! ha! he says: 'Take away my property, give me freedom! He wants to save his soul in the kabak. That's what entered Foma's head." "Well, what is this?" asked Lubov, irresolutely.
With apologetic eyes he glanced at Lubov, and said to her father drily: "I mean the theatre, books, music." Lubov became radiant with joy at his words. The old man looked askance at the worthy young man, smiled keenly and suddenly blurted out: "Eh, life is going onward!
"Then go and tell Marfusha to make the bed for you in the corner room," Lubov hastened to advise him. "I shall." He arose and went out of the dining-room. And he soon heard that Taras asked his sister about something in a low voice. "About me!" he thought. Suddenly this wicked thought flashed through his mind: "It were but right to listen and hear what wise people have to say."
Lubov, pale with emotion and anger, feeling herself stupid and powerless before him, listening to his whisper, and her heart palpitated wildly. "I am left alone, alone, like Job. Oh Lord! What shall I do? Oh, alone! Am I not wise? Am I not clever? But life has outwitted me also. What does it love? Whom does it fondle?
"Not quite," replied Yefim, softly, glancing stealthily at Lubov. "Really?" "There's a lady with him. A dark one." "So." "It looks as though the woman is out of her wits," said Yefim, with a sigh. "She's forever singing. She sings very well. It's very captivating." "I am not asking you about her!" cried Mayakin, angrily.
And, as you see, man's happiness is dependent upon his relation toward his work." Taras Mayakin spoke slowly and laboriously, as though it were unpleasant and tedious for him to speak. And Lubov, with knitted brow, leaning toward him, listened to his words with eager attention in her eyes, ready to accept everything and imbibe it into her soul.
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