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And I, for my part, gentlemen ... I propose to read with the young person the CAPITAL of Marx, and the history of human culture. And to take up chemistry and physics with her, besides." If it were not for the customary authority of Simanovsky and the importance with which he spoke, the remaining three would have burst into laughter in his face. They only stared at him, with eyes popping out.
And besides that, is it worth while for me that is, I want to say is it worth while for all of us, to go to so much trouble, to try so hard and put ourselves out so, if, after having saved a being from one slavery, we only plunge her into another?" "Right," confirmed Soloviev. "Just as you wish," drawled Simanovsky with a disdainful air.
While the inelaborate appetizers were being served, and each one was ordering the meal, everybody, save Simanovsky, felt ill at ease and somehow constrained. And Simanovsky himself was partly the reason for this; he was a clean-shaven man, with pince-nez and long hair, with head proudly thrown back and with a contemptuous expression on the tight lips, drooping at the corners.
"It's possible to be a God, possible to be an intestinal worm, a tape worm it's all the same." He already wanted to pass on to the theory of amatory emotions; but, it is to be regretted, he hurried a trifle from impatience: he embraced Liubka, drew her to him and began to squeeze her roughly. "She'll become intoxicated from caressing. She'll give in!" thought the calculating Simanovsky.
"Well, for instance ... for instance ... well, now, for instance, making artificial flowers. Yes, and still better, to get a place as a flower clerk. A charming business, clean and nice." "Taste is necessary," Simanovsky dropped carelessly. "There are no inborn tastes, as well as abilities.
She can sweep up a room, wash a little, and, if you will, cook cabbage soup and porridge. Nothing more, it seems." "Rather little," said Simanovsky, and clacked his tongue. "And in addition to that, she's illiterate as well." "But that's not at all important!" warmly defended Soloviev.
"Why... no... that is, I ask as a person who fully sympathizes with you." "But have you a lover?" "Pardon me, I don't understand what you're saying. People, it's time we were going." "That is, what don't you understand? Have you ever slept with a man?" "Comrade Simanovsky, I had not presupposed that you would bring us to such a person. Thank you. It was exceedingly charming of you!"
There are many more sorts of such people, bearing the bell at the head of the meek, the shy, the nobly modest, and often even the big minds; and to their number did Simanovsky belong. However, toward the middle of the dinner everybody's tongue became loosened except Liubka's, who kept silent, answered "yes" and "no", and left her food practically untouched.
And so, none other than Simanovsky once brought to Liubka two female medicos, one historian, and one beginning poetess, who, by the way, was already writing critical essays as well. He introduced them in the most serious and fool-like manner. "Here," he said, stretching out his hand, now in the direction of the guests, now of Liubka, "here, comrades, get acquainted.
Always reverent before the firmness of the words and decisions of Simanovsky, Lichonin, however, surmised and by instinct understood his real relation to Liubka; and in his desire to free himself, to shake off a chance load beyond his strength, he would catch himself in a nasty little thought: "She pleases Simanovsky; and as for her, isn't it all the same if it's he or I or a third?
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