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I wouldn't like to have a row with him." "Has he been to the Markovitches much lately?" "Yes almost every evening." "What does he do there?" "Oh, just sits and talks. Markovitch can't bear him. You can see that easily enough. He teases him." "How do you mean?" I asked. "Oh, he laughs at him all the time, at his inventions and that kind of thing. Markovitch gets awfully wild.
As soon as I had finished reading the letter I went to the telephone and rang up the Markovitches' flat. Bohun spoke to me. I asked him whether Nicholas was there, he said, "Yes, fast asleep in the arm-chair," Was Semyonov there? "No, he was dining out that night." I asked him to remind Vera that I was expecting to take her to the meeting next day, and rang off.
During these weeks I had been living in the very heart of the Markovitches, and it would be healthy to escape for a moment. But I was not to escape. I met Bohun at the top of the English Prospect, and we decided to walk. Rozanov lived in the street behind the Kazan Cathedral.
They say he's fearfully stuck-up and thinks about nothing but himself.... I don't agree, of course all the same, he might make himself more agreeable to people." "What nonsense!" I answered hotly. "Lawrence is one of the best fellows that ever breathed. The Markovitches don't dislike him, do they?" "No, he's quite different with them. Vera Michailovna likes him I know."
This closed the strain of public information. I led him further. "Well, Bohun, what about our friends the Markovitches?" I asked. "How are you getting on there?" He blushed and looked at his boots. "All right," he said. "They're very decent." Then he burst out with: "I say, Durward, what do you think of this uncle that's turned up, the doctor chap?" "Nothing particular. Why?"
"Going away from where?" he asked, laughing. "From the Markovitches, from all of us, from Petrograd?" "Yes I've told you already," he answered. "I've come to say good-bye." "Then what did you mean by telling Vera " "Never you mind, Ivan Andreievitch. Don't worry your poor old head with things that are too complicated for you a habit of yours, I'm afraid.
He must have some very strong reason for this, to leave his big comfortable flat for the pokiness of the Markovitches'! And then that the Markovitches should have him! There were already inhabitants enough Nicholas, Vera, Nina, Uncle Ivan, Bohun. Then the inconvenience and discomfort of Nicholas's little hole as a bedroom! How Semyonov must loathe it!
What of Semyonov...? "Rat," I said, "this afternoon I am going out!" "Very well, Barin," he said, "I, too, have an engagement." In the afternoon I crept out like an old sick man. I felt strangely shy and nervous. When I reached the corner of Ekateringofsky Canal and the English Prospect I decided not to go in and see the Markovitches. For one thing I shrank from the thought of their compassion.
He never, with the single exception of the afternoon at the Astoria, came near the Markovitches, and I know that was because he had now reached a stage where he did not dare trust himself to see Vera just as she at that time did not trust herself to see him.... I do not know what he thought of those first days of the Revolution.
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