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'Listen, African Semenitch! began Lezhnyov, and his face assumed a serious expression, 'listen; you know, and my wife knows, that the last time I saw him I felt no special attachment for Rudin, and I even often blamed him. Alexandra Pavlovna and Pigasov looked in astonishment at Lezhnyov, but Bassistoff sat wide-eyed, blushing and trembling all over with delight.
Darya Mihailovna gave Pigasov a cordial reception; he amused her with his sallies. They were certainly absurd enough. He took delight in perpetual exaggeration.
That's just like our modern literature; other people do the work, and it does the groaning. Darya Mihailovna smiled. 'And that is called expressing contemporary life, continued Pigasov indefatigably, 'profound sympathy with the social question and so on. ... Oh, how I hate those grand words! 'Well, the women you attack so they at least don't use grand words. Pigasov shrugged his shoulders.
The sun had already set. Where it had gone down, a streak of pale gold and of lemon colour stretched across the distant horizon; on the opposite quarter of the sky was a stretch of dove-colour below and crimson lilac above. Light clouds seemed melting away overhead. There was every promise of prolonged fine weather. Suddenly Pigasov burst out laughing.
'Bravo! cried Darya Mihailovna, 'Pigasov is jealous, he is jealous already! But Pigasov made her no rejoinder, and only gave her a rather cross look. Seven o'clock struck, and they were all assembled again in the drawing-room. 'He is not coming, clearly, said Darya Mihailovna.
'He speaks Russian so beautifully, grumbled Pigasov, 'that he deserves a eulogy in French. 'You may grumble as you please, African Semenitch.... It's in keeping with your ruffled locks.... I wonder, though, why he does not come. Do you know what, messieurs et mesdames' added Darya Mihailovna, looking round, 'we will go into the garden.
But Pigasov certainly would not have even understood you. He loves nothing but his own individuality. 'And he finds fault with that so as to have the right to find fault with others, Rudin put in. Darya Mihailovna laughed. "He judges the sound," as the saying is, "the sound by the sick." By the way, what do you think of the baron? 'The baron?
But what most diverted Darya Mihailovna was when Pigasov set off on a dissertation upon love, and maintained that even he had been sighed for, that one ardent German lady had even given him the nickname of her 'dainty little African' and her 'hoarse little crow. Darya Mihailovna laughed, but Pigasov spoke the truth; he really was in a position to boast of his conquests.
'Does his excellency Baron Muffel make a special study of political economy, or does he only devote to that interesting subject the hours of leisure left over from his social amusements and his official duties? Rudin looked steadily at Pigasov. 'The baron is an amateur on this subject, he replied, growing rather red, 'but in his essay there is much that is interesting and just.
'Of course that's very original, but it's not to the point. 'In what I have said hitherto, rejoined Rudin, 'there is, unfortunately, too little that's original. All that has been well known a very long time, and has been said a thousand times. That is not the pith of the matter. 'What is then? asked Pigasov, not without insolence.
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