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"And I, Pemien," Ostrodumov added in his bass voice. "How very instructive! Then tell me, Oh Fiekla! and you, Oh Pemien! why you are so unfriendly, so persistently unfriendly to me when I " "Mashurina thinks," Ostrodumov interrupted him, "and not only Mashurina, that you are not to be depended upon, because you always laugh at everything." Paklin turned round on his heels.
Mashurina became thoughtful and pulled a cigarette out of her pocket. "Can I have a light?" "Here is a match." Mashurina lighted her cigarette. "They expected something different," she began, "Altogether different from what you have here. However, that is your affair. I am not going to stay long. I only want to see Nejdanov and give him the letter." "Where are you going to?
She wanted him to go on talking about Nejdanov, but could not bring herself to ask him. He understood her, however. "I was told that he mentioned you in the letter he left. Was it true? "Yes," Mashurina replied after a pause. "What a splendid chap he was! He didn't fall into the right rut somehow. He was about as fitted to be a revolutionist as I am! Do you know what he really was?
A general with numerous orders glittering on his breast sat on his right, and on his left this same elegant Sipiagin, whose appearance two days later at Nejdanov's so astonished Mashurina and Ostrodumov. The general stared at Nejdanov every now and again, as though at something indecent, out of place, and offensive. Sipiagin looked at him sideways, but did not seem unfriendly.
I would go away from here with the greatest of pleasure, if some fool could be found who would offer me a place!" "You should first fulfill your duties here," Mashurina remarked significantly, her face still turned away. "What duties?" Nejdanov asked, turning towards her. Mashurina bit her lip. "Ask Ostrodumov." Nejdanov turned to Ostrodumov.
Even my little poll-parrots are no more...I don't think you knew them, by the way. They both died on the same day, as I always predicted they would. And Nejdanov... poor Nejdanov! I suppose you know " "Yes, I know," Mashurina interrupted him, still looking away. "And do you know about Ostrodumov too?" Mashurina merely nodded her head.
"In this very street; in that grey three-storied house over there. It's so nice of you not to have snubbed me! Give me your hand, come on. Have you been here long? How do you come to be a countess? Have you married an Italian count?" Mashurina had not married an Italian count.
He assured everyone that the main cause of his democratic turn of mind was the bad Greek cooking, which upset his liver. "I wonder where our host has got to?" he repeated. "He has been out of sorts lately. Heaven forbid that he should be in love!" Mashurina scowled. "He has gone to the library for books. As for falling in love, he has neither the time nor the opportunity."
Mashurina did not take the slightest notice of the visitor as she passed him, but went straight up to Nejdanov, gave him a hearty shake of the hand, and left the room without bowing to anyone. Ostrodumov followed her, making an unnecessary noise with his boots, and snorting out once or twice contemptuously, "There's a beaver collar for you!"
"Some of us must go there soon." Mashurina took the cigarette out of her mouth. "But why?" she asked. "They say everything is going on well there." "Yes, that is so, but one man has turned out unreliable and must be got rid of. Besides that, there are other things. They want you to come too." "Do they say so in the letter?" "Yes."
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