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Updated: June 11, 2025
Boris Andraevitch asked, screwing up his handsome nose; "what did you say the gentleman's name was?" "Mr. Paklin, sir." "Paklin!" Kollomietzev exclaimed; "a real country name. Paklin. .. Solomin... De vrais noms ruraux, hein?" "Did you say," Boris Andraevitch continued, still turned towards the footman with his nose screwed up, "that the business was an urgent one?" "The gentleman said so, sir."
"My dear Alexai Dmitritch," Paklin began, "you are upset, and for a very good reason. But have you forgotten in what times and in what country we are living? Amongst us a drowning man must himself create the straw to clutch at. Why be sentimental over it? One must look the devil straight in the face and not get excited like children " "Oh, don't, please!"
But where are you off to?" Paklin asked, seeing that she had taken up her hat. "Do stay a little longer; my sister will bring us some tea directly." It was not so much that he wanted Mashurina to stay, as that he could not let an opportunity slip by of giving utterance to what had accumulated and was boiling over in his breast. Since his return to St.
Ostrodumov muttered something between his teeth, but Paklin continued without the slightest trace of a smile on his face. "No, I am not always laughing! I am not at all a cheerful person. You have only to look at me!" Ostrodumov looked at him.
She had been provided with a passport made out in the name of a certain Countess Rocca di Santo Fiume, who had died a short time ago, and had come quite calmly to Russia, though she did not know a single word of Italian and had the most typical of Russian faces. Paklin brought her to his humble little lodging.
A single glance at Sipiagin made him realise that he had been playing with him as a cat plays with a mouse. "I must say, your excellency," the unfortunate Paklin stammered out; "I must say, that I really know nothing " "But I ask you no questions! Really! What do you take me and yourself for?" Sipiagin asked haughtily, and promptly withdrew into his ministerial heights.
After a great many difficulties he had entered an office, where he received a salary of five hundred roubles a year, out of which he had to keep himself, an invalid aunt, and a humpbacked sister. At the time of our story Paklin was twenty-eight years old.
We shall, no doubt, spend our time there just as pleasantly as we did at your kinsman's and just as profitably most likely." Paklin threatened him with his finger. "Oh! I see, you can be wicked too if you like! However, you are also coming to Golushkin's, are you not?" "Of course I am. I have wasted the day as it is." "Well then, en avant, marchons! To the twentieth century!
Sipiagin asked as if waking up; and without giving Paklin time to repeat his request, he proved in the most unmistakable manner that he had heard every word, and had merely asked his questions for the sake of dignity, by offering him his cigar-case. Paklin took a cigar gratefully and lighted it with care. "Here's a good opportunity," he thought, but Sipiagin had anticipated him.
Paklin conducted the friends to the "secluded seat" and made them sit down, after having first got rid of two beggar women installed on it. Then the young people proceeded to "exchange ideas," a rather dull occupation mostly, particularly at the beginning, and a fruitless one generally. "Stop a moment!" Paklin exclaimed, turning to Nejdanov, "I must first tell you why I've come here.
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