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"He has turned me out, Akim Semyonitch, dear," Avdotya answered, sobbing. "He has turned me out. The house is mine, he said, so you can go." "Capital! That's a fine thing ... capital," observed Yefrem. "So I suppose you thought to stay on?" Akim brought out bitterly, still sitting in the cart.
And Vladimir Semyonitch went on writing his articles, laying wreaths on coffins, singing Gaudeamus, busying himself over the Mutual Aid Society of Moscow Journalists. He fell ill with inflammation of the lungs; he was ill in bed for three months at first at home, and afterwards in the Golitsyn Hospital. An abscess developed in his knee.
"What!" he cried at last, "all the money, too ... the money and the house, and you did it.... Ah! You took it from under the floor, you took it.... I'll kill you, you snake in the grass!" And he leapt out of the cart. "Semyonitch, Semyonitch, don't beat her, don't fight," faltered Yefrem, on whom this unexpected adventure began to have a sobering effect.
I thank you for your attention.... Oh, I forgot to tell you that three months after my last visit I met the old humbug Ivan Semyonitch. I tried, of course, to glide hurriedly and unnoticed by him, but yet I could not help overhearing the words, 'Feather-headed scoundrels! uttered angrily. 'And what became of Varia? asked some one. 'I don't know, answered the story-teller.
Akim got up and stepped over the threshold. "Akim Semyonitch!" Yefrem wailed, "you've brought ruin on yourself, my dear!" Akim glanced at him without speaking. "If I had known why you asked for vodka I would not have given it to you, I really would not. I believe I would have drunk it all myself! Eh, Naum Ivanitch," he added clutching at Naum's arm, "have mercy upon him, let him go!" "What next!"
'Where do you live, Paramon Semyonitch? Let me come and see you. I had no idea you were living in Petersburg. We could recall old days, and talk of our dead friend. Baburin did not answer me at once. 'It's two years since I found my way to Petersburg, he observed at last; 'I live at the very end of the town. However, if you really care to visit me, come. He gave me his address.
"Here, Andryusha; read father's articles," she said, giving him a bundle of pamphlets and proofs. "They are splendid articles. He writes capitally." "Capitally, indeed!" said Yegor Semyonitch, following her and smiling constrainedly; he was ashamed. "Don't listen to her, please; don't read them! Though, if you want to go to sleep, read them by all means; they are a fine soporific."
Punin did not oppose me, nor did he indeed hear me; he only repeated from time to time in his broken voice, 'Save her, save her and Paramon Semyonitch. At last he began to cry. 'Tell me at least one thing, he asked ... 'is he handsome, young? 'Yes, he is young, I answered.
Only one thing grieved him the paper for which he worked had a limited circulation and was not very influential. But Vladimir Semyonitch believed that sooner or later he would succeed in getting on to a solid magazine where he would have scope and could display himself and what little distress he felt on this score was pale beside the brilliance of his hopes.
'Yes, I mused; 'she's a little spitfire she's a new type.... She's exquisite. Those hands know how to deal a blow, I dare say.... What of it! No matter! 'Paramon Semyonitch, she cried suddenly, 'isn't a republic an empire in which every one does as he chooses?
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