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Her husband, as usual, argued in order to show off his Conservative ideas before his visitors and still more in order to disagree with her uncle, whom he disliked. Her uncle contradicted him and wrangled over every word he uttered, so as to show the company that he, Uncle Nikolay Nikolaitch, still retained his youthful freshness of spirit and free-thinking in spite of his fifty-nine years.
Pandalevsky drew a gold and enamel watch out of his waistcoat pocket, and looked at it carefully, bending his rosy cheek over his stiff, white collar. 'Thirty-three minutes past two, he announced. 'It is time to dress, observed Darya Mihailovna. 'Good-bye for the present, Dmitri Nikolaitch! Rudin got up. The whole conversation between him and Darya Mihailovna had a special character.
"You make me angry, Viktor Nikolaitch," she said, clinking glasses with the lawyer. "It seems to me you give advice and know nothing of life yourself. According to you, if a man be a mechanic or a draughtsman, he is bound to be a peasant and an ignoramus! But they are the cleverest people! Extraordinary people!"
The schoolmaster at Lesopolye was Matvey Nikolaitch, who had been a divinity student, a kind and intelligent man, but he, too, was a drunkard; he never beat the schoolchildren, but for some reason he always had hanging on his wall a bunch of birch-twigs, and below it an utterly meaningless inscription in Latin: "Betula kinderbalsamica secuta." He had a shaggy black dog whom he called Syntax.
'Nature yes yes of course.... I am passionately fond of it; but do you know, Dmitri Nikolaitch, even in the country one cannot do without society. And here there is practically none. Pigasov is the most intelligent person here. 'The cross old gentleman who was here last night? inquired Rudin. 'Yes.... In the country though, even he is of use he sometimes makes one laugh.
I can scarcely keep on my feet, and my appetite is gone. . . . I drank my cup of coffee this morning without the slightest relish. . . ." Alexey Nikolaitch explained to her the difference between the departments and the complicated system of sending in papers. He was soon exhausted, and his place was taken by the accountant.
"You must excuse us, Maxim Nikolaitch, we are always troubling you with our trumpery affairs. Here you see my better half is ailing, the partner of my life, as they say, excuse the expression. . . ."
A kammer-junker, and received in the best society. You must have heard of him: Panshin, Vladimir Nikolaitch. He is here on a government commission ... future minister, I daresay!" "And an artist?" "An artist at heart, and so well-bred. You shall see him.
The old man scratched his forehead, glanced upwards at Yegorushka with his red eyes, and went on: "Maxim Nikolaitch, the gentleman from Slavyanoserbsk, brought a little lad to school, too, last year. I don't know how he is getting on there in studying the sciences, but he was a nice good little lad. . . . God give them help, they are nice gentlemen.
He worried himself very much about that.... He used to say that our people labour, but what use are we? ... Ah, Nikolai Nikolaitch, he was a good man and he was fond of me ... and I... Ah, pardon me.... Here the young woman wept outright. I would have consoled her, but I did not know how. 'Have you a child left you? I asked at last. She sighed.
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