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Updated: June 11, 2025
Paklin, in Arcadian attire, consisting of a summer suit of flesh-colour, without a tie, a large straw hat, trimmed with pale blue ribbon, pushed to the back of his head, and patent shoes! He limped up to Nejdanov quickly and seized his hand. "In the first place," he began, "although we are in the public garden, we must for the sake of old times embrace and kiss... One! two! three!
Sipiagin greeted Paklin affably, and with an energetic movement of the hand pointed to the carriage and asked him to take his seat. "Mr. Paklin, you are coming with me, Mr. Paklin! Put your bag on the box, Mr. Paklin! I am taking Mr. Paklin," he said, emphasising the word "Paklin" with special stress on the letter a.
"I am drinking, Kapiton Andraitch," the clerk observed, emptying a glass down his throat. Golushkin followed his suit. "I wonder he doesn't burst!" Paklin whispered to Nejdanov. "He's used to it!" the latter replied. But the clerk was not the only one who drank. Little by little the wine affected them all. Nejdanov, Markelov, and even Solomin began taking part in the conversation.
Fomisha sang out alone. "Bravo!" Paklin exclaimed. "We have had the first verse, now please sing us the second." "With the greatest of pleasure," Fomishka said, "but what about the trill, Snandulia Samsonovna? After my verse there must be a trill." "Very well, I will play your trill," Snandulia replied. Fomishka began again "Has ever lover loved true And kept his heart from grief and rue?
SIPIAGIN had barely crossed the threshold when Paklin jumped up, and rushing across to Nejdanov began showering congratulations upon him. "What a fine catch!" he exclaimed laughing, scarcely able to stand still. "Do you know who he is? He's quite a celebrity, a chamberlain, one of our pillars of society, a future minister!" "I have never heard of him," Nejdanov remarked dejectedly.
Paklin, but you won't get anything out of it!" and then these sad, aged, dejected eyes! he thought in desperation. And as it says in the scriptures, he "wept bitterly" as he turned his steps towards the oasis, to Fomishka and Fimishka and Snandulia. WHEN Mariana came out of her room that morning she noticed Nejdanov sitting on the couch fully dressed.
Markelov looked at each in turn, as though he expected to hear some expression of indignation. Solomin alone smiled his habitual smile. "WELL," Paklin was the first to begin, "we have been to the eighteenth century, now let us fly to the twentieth! Golushkin is such a go-ahead man that one can hardly count him as belonging to the nineteenth." "Why, do you know him?" "What a question!
I am going to take you to town with me tomorrow, Mr. Konopatin! What did you say? I can't hear... Do you take vodka? Give Mr. Konopatin some vodka! No? You don't drink? In that case... Feodor! take the gentleman into the green room! Goodnight, Mr. Kono " Paklin lost all patience. "Paklin!" he shouted, "my name is Paklin!" "Oh, yes... it makes no difference. A bit alike, you know.
Golushkin went into convulsions at every word Paklin said, laughed on trust in advance, holding his sides and showing his bluish gums. Petersburg. "Yes, yes, yes," Golushkin put in, "that's just how it is! For instance, our mayor here is a perfect ass! A hopeless blockhead! I tell him one thing after another, but he doesn't understand a single word; just like our governor!"
Had Paklin been sitting next him he would no doubt have poked him in the ribs or slapped him on the shoulder, but as it was, he merely contented himself by nodding and winking in his direction. Between him and Nejdanov sat Markelov, like a dark cloud, and then Solomin.
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