United States or Portugal ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"And so I thought: wherefore words and superfluous exclamations! To the devil with hypocritical speeches during conventions. Here, I'll up and act as a really honest man, snatch a girl out of this slough, implant her in real firm soil, calm her, encourage her, treat her kindly." "H-hm!" grunted Nijeradze with a grin. "Eh, prince! You always have salacious things on your mind.
But, having scarcely begun speaking with Nijeradze, he at once became ashamed of his pusillanimity, and having started off listlessly, towards the end he again began to prance on his heroic steed. "Do you see, prince," he said, in his confusion twisting a button of his comrade's coat and without looking in his eyes, "you've made a mistake.
That was why he was even glad when some one knocked on the door, and to his answer, "Come in!", two students entered: Soloviev, and Nijeradze, who had slept that night at his place. Soloviev, well-grown and already obese, with a broad, ruddy Volga face and a light, scandent little beard, belonged to those kindly, merry and simple fellows, of which there are sufficiently many in any university.
Besides that, he was very impatient, unrestrained, irascible; grew fatigued soon, and a secret usually concealed but constantly growing hatred for the girl who had so suddenly and incongruously warped all his life, more and more frequently and unjustly broke forth during the time of these lessons. A far greater success as a pedagogue enjoyed Nijeradze.
"V-VA! Again a little machine!" said the prince, smiling and looking at Lichonin. "Stop it, Nijeradze," answered Lichonin, quietly but sternly. "You ought to be ashamed." "Blockhead!" Soloviev threw at him, and continued.
It's precisely you, only, who are capable of such a genuinely Russian heroism, expressed simply, modestly, without superfluous words." "Drop it ... Well, where's the heroism?" Lichonin made a wry face. "That's true, too," confirmed Nijeradze. "You're reproaching me all the time that I chatter a lot, but see what nonsense you're spouting yourself." "That makes no difference!" retorted Soloviev.
Then Nijeradze in wrath would slam shut the little tome of the adored writer, and swear at Liubka, calling her a mule and a camel. However, they soon made up. There were times when fits of goatish, mischievous merriment would come upon Nijeradze.
These couplets Nijeradze always sang in a diminished voice, preserving on his face an expression of serious astonishment about Karapet; while Liubka laughed until it hurt, until tears came, until she had nervous spasms. Once, carried away, she could not restrain herself and began to chime in with him, and their singing proved to be very harmonious.
Lichonin, Soloviev, and Nijeradze talked most of all. The first, in a decisive and business-like manner, trying to hide under the solicitous words something real, inward, prickling and inconvenient. Soloviev, with a puerile delight, with the most sweeping of gestures, hitting the table with his fist.
And for that reason I've no professional self-respect, nor pride at victory, nor spleen at losing." Such was the generously built student Soloviev. And Nijeradze filled the post of his closest comrade; which did not hinder them both, however, from jeering at each other, disputing, and swearing, from morning till night. God knows, wherewithal and how the Georgian prince existed.
Word Of The Day