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Levin advanced, but utterly forgetting what he was to do, and much embarrassed, he turned to Sergey Ivanovitch with the question, "Where am I to put it?" He asked this softly, at a moment when there was talking going on near, so that he had hoped his question would not be overheard. But the persons speaking paused, and his improper question was overheard. Sergey Ivanovitch frowned.
Wurt, indeed, says plainly that, assuming there are no sensations, it follows that there is no idea of existence." "I maintain the contrary," began Sergey Ivanovitch. But here it seemed to Levin that just as they were close upon the real point of the matter, they were again retreating, and he made up his mind to put a question to the professor.
Why, what is the meaning of such desperate passions? It was all to show herself something out of the way. Well, and that she did do. She brought herself to ruin and two good men her husband and my unhappy son." "And what did her husband do?" asked Sergey Ivanovitch. "He has taken her daughter. Alexey was ready to agree to anything at first.
In spite of the scrupulous conscientiousness with which Sergey Ivanovitch verified the correctness of the critic's arguments, he did not for a minute stop to ponder over the faults and mistakes which were ridiculed; but unconsciously he began immediately trying to recall every detail of his meeting and conversation with the author of the article. "Didn't I offend him in some way?"
But suddenly his own face became bluish-black, like cast-iron, and his large yellow teeth flashed. Suddenly the little cars trembled and slackened their speed. All, except Yanson and Kashirin, rose and sat down again quickly. "Here is the station," said Sergey. It seemed to them as if all the air had been suddenly pumped out of the car, it became so difficult to breathe.
And this strange,, terrible, uncouth creature was he, Sergey Golovin, and soon he would be no more! Everything became strange. He tried to walk across the cell and it seemed strange to him that he could walk. He tried to sit down and it seemed strange to him that he could sit.
She pulled her mother by her hands to the middle of the room, they were merry and they laughed; and Lelechka again hid her head against her mother's knees, and went on lisping and lisping, without end, her sweet little words, so fascinating yet so awkward. Sergey Modestovich was coming at this moment toward the nursery.
Sergey looked at his father's coat, which smelt of benzine, and thought: "They have no servant now, consequently he must have cleaned it himself. How is it that I never before noticed when he cleaned his coat? I suppose he does it in the morning." Suddenly he asked: "And how is sister? Is she well?" "Ninochka does not know anything," the mother answered hastily.
In the press, too, for a whole month there was not a word about his book. Sergey Ivanovitch had calculated to a nicety the time necessary for writing a review, but a month passed, and a second, and still there was silence.
Sergey Nikanoritch, the waiter, poured out five glasses of tea and carried them on a tray to the waiting-room. He had scarcely gone in when there was a shout: "Is that the way to serve it, pig's face? You don't know how to wait!" It was the voice of the station-master. There was a timid mutter, then again a harsh and angry shout: "Get along!" The waiter came back greatly crestfallen.
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