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Updated: July 3, 2025
Liuba, in a blue velvet blouse with low cut bosom, and Niura, dressed as a "baby," in a pink, wide sacque to the knees, with her bright hair loose and with little curls on her forehead, are lying embraced on the window-sill, and are singing in a low voice a song about the hospital, which song is the rage of the day and exceedingly well known among prostitutes.
"Allow me ... I do not mistake? Sergei Ivanovich, I believe?" "Right." "Allow me to offer you a cup of coffee, Sergei Ivanovich. It's refreshing. Or perhaps, let's drink this same dubious Lafitte?" "No, you really must allow me to refuse. I have a drink of my own ... Simeon, give me..." "Cognac!" cried out Niura hurriedly. "And with a pear!" Little White Manka caught up just as fast.
"Don't get your back up, Borinka," said Lichonin. "Here all are equal." Niura came with a pillow and laid it down on the divan. "And what's that for?" Sobashnikov yelled at her. "Git! take it away at once. This isn't a lodging house." "Now, leave her be, honey. What's that to you?" retorted Jennie in a sweet voice and hid the pillow behind Tamara's back.
The Russian expression is "the red flag." "Drop it, Niura; it's boring," said Platonov with a wry face. "Can it!" But it was impossible to stop Niura, who had gotten a running start.
In the general drawing room they made things up between them, and after ten minutes Zociya, the housekeeper, shoved in her little, squinting, pink, cunning face through the half-open door of the private room. "Jennechka," she called, "go, they have brought your linen, go count it. And you, Niura, the actor begs to come for just a minute, to drink some champagne. He's with Henrietta and Big Manya."
Niura, through her nose, leads in a high voice. Liuba seconds her with a stifled alto: "Monday now is come again, They're supposed to get me out; Doctor Krasov won't let me out ..." In all the houses the windows are brightly lit, while hanging lanterns are burning before the entrances.
Opposite, out of the dram-shop, a servant pops out for a minute a curly, besotted young fellow with a cast in his eye and runs into the neighbouring public house. "Prokhor Ivanovich, oh Prokhor Ivanovich," shouts Niura, "don't you want some? I'll treat you to some sunflower seeds!" "Come on in and pay us a visit," Liubka chimes in.
Niura snorts and adds through the laughter which suffocates her: "Warm your feet for a while!" But the front door opens; in it appears the formidable and stern figure of the senior housekeeper. "Pfui! What sort of indecency is this!" she cries commandingly. "How many times must it be repeated to you, that you must not jump out on the street during the day, and also pfui! only in your underwear.
"Well, now, we have exchanged pleasantries," laughed Lichonin. "But it's amazing that we haven't met once just here. Evidently, you come to Anna Markovna's quite frequently?" "Even too much so." "Sergei Ivanich is our most important guest!" naively shrieked Niura. "Sergei Ivanich is a sort of brother among us!" "Fool!" Tamara stopped her. "That seems strange to me," continued Lichonin.
Well, let's go on further: "I'll go to the drug store, buy me some poison, And I will poison then meself." Niura starts off in a very high, thin voice. Jennie walks back and forth in the room, with arms akimbo, swaying as she walks, and looking at herself in all the mirrors.
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