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Musa came back; a decrepit little old woman followed her, bringing in a tarnished samovar. Punin began fussing about, and pressing me to take things; Baburin sat down to the table, leaned his head on his hands, and looked with weary eyes about him. At tea, however, he began to talk. He was dissatisfied with his position.
A few words but how much is said? The blood of King David! What do you think of that? And according to other accounts, the founder of the family of Paramon Semyonitch was an Indian Shah, Babur. Blue blood! That's fine too, isn't it? Eh? 'Well? I queried, 'and was he too, Baburin, flung to the hazards of destiny? Punin rubbed his pate again. 'To be sure he was!
He looked at me rather queerly, and shook hands without speaking. I had come to him to repeat all I had heard from Punin; and though I felt at once that I had called on Tarhov at the wrong moment, still, after talking a little about extraneous matters, I ended by informing him of Baburin's intentions in regard to Musa.
Punin grumbled a little, but I sat him down on the sofa, so that he could listen more comfortably, and began to read Pushkin's poem. The passage came at last, 'old husband, cruel husband'; Punin heard the ballad through to the end, and all at once he got up impulsively. 'I can't, he pronounced, with an intense emotion, which impressed even me; 'excuse me; I cannot hear more of that author.
'Yes, my dear, yes; Paramon Semyonitch is a republican, repeated Punin; 'there, so you'll know for the future how one should speak of a man like that! But now let's go into the garden. Fancy what I've found there! A cuckoo's egg in a redstart's nest! a lovely thing! I went into the garden with Punin; but mentally I kept repeating: 'republican! re ... pub ... lican!
'You must be taught, he interrupted in his turn, 'for you're at an age when you ... I know my duties, but I know my rights too very well, and if you continue to speak to me in that way, I shall have to ask you to go out of the room.... There is no knowing how our dispute would have ended if Punin had not at that instant entered, shuffling and shambling from side to side.
We all withdrew all, except the day page, to whom my grandmother's words did not apply, because he was nobody. My grandmother's decree was carried out to the letter. Before dinner, both Baburin and my friend Punin were driving away from the place. I will not undertake to describe my grief, my genuine, truly childish despair.
'Zeno, Baburin resumed in deliberate tones, 'was that wise man, who declared that suffering was not an evil, since fortitude overcomes all things, and that the good in this world is one: justice; and virtue itself is nothing else than justice. Punin turned a reverent ear. 'A man living here who has picked up a lot of old books, told me that saying, continued Baburin; 'it pleased me much.
One must be thankful to get that! I, too, am trying to earn something by copying and lessons; only my efforts have so far not been crowned with success. I dare say you, too, do not honour the old divinities, and fall down before new idols? 'And you, Nikander Vavilitch, do you really still esteem Heraskov? Punin stood still and waved both hands at once.
And Punin, for his part, was not bored by long conversations with a boy of twelve; he seemed to seek them of himself.
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