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Updated: May 22, 2025
Emboldened by the success of his speech at dinner, Sipiagin delivered two others, in which he let fly various statesmanlike reflections about indispensable measures and various words des mots not so much witty as weighty, which he had especially prepared for St. Petersburg. He even repeated one of these words, saying beforehand, "If you will allow the expression."
No sooner had Solomin crossed the threshold, almost knocking against Sipiagin, when the latter extended both his hands, saying with an amiable smile and a friendly shake of the head, "How very nice of you to come.... I can hardly thank you enough." Then he led him up to Valentina Mihailovna.
"Are you referring to that student?" "Yes, I'm referring to him." "H'm! Has he got anything on here, eh?" "Open your eyes!" "Is it Mariana, eh?" "Open your eyes, I tell you!" Sipiagin frowned. "We must talk about this later on. I should just like to say now that this Solomin may feel rather uncomfortable... You see, he is not used to society.
He ordered his guests to be shown into his study, where he soon joined them, as he was, in his silk dressing-gown, and not so much as excusing himself for receiving them in such an unofficial costume, shook hands with them heartily. Only Sipiagin and Kollomietzev appeared in the governor's study; Paklin remained in the drawing-room.
Meanwhile Sipiagin, his wife, Kollomietzev, and Anna Zaharovna sat down to cards. Kolia came to say goodnight, and, receiving his parents' blessing and a large glass of milk instead of tea, went off to bed. His father called after him to inform him that tomorrow he was to begin his lessons with Alexai Dmitritch.
When Sipiagin, after finishing his toilet, asked chivalrously for his wife's hand and she gave him both, and watched him with an affectionate pride as he kissed them in turn, the feeling expressed in their faces was good and true, although in her it shone out of a pair of eyes worthy of Raphael, and in him out of the ordinary eyes of a mere official.
At these words Markelov threw another glance at Paklin and gave a slow, indifferent smile. "Excuse me, excuse me, your excellency," Paklin cried, "and you, Mr. Sipiagin, I never... never " "Did you say the merchant Falyaeva?" the governor asked, turning to Sipiagin and merely shaking his fingers in Paklin's direction, as much as to say, "Gently, my good man, gently."
He had been on the alert all the while, trying to catch what the governor and Sipiagin were saying. "I assure you he's the principal ringleader! I have a wonderful instinct about these things!" "Pas trop de zele, my dear Simion Petrovitch," the governor remarked with a smile. "You remember Talleyrand! If it is really as you say the fellow won't escape us.
Do you think them worth imitating?" "Some yes, others no." "Brief but not clear," Kollomietzev remarked, trying not to notice the signs Sipiagin was making to him. "You were speaking of the nobility this morning... No doubt you've had the opportunity of studying the English landed gentry, as they call them there." "No, I had no such opportunity. I moved in quite a different sphere.
Sipiagin, my mother's brother, brought me up... I am dependent upon him he is my benefactor and Valentina Mihailovna is my benefactress.... I pay them back with base ingratitude because I have an unfeeling heart... But the bread of charity is bitter and I can't bear insulting condescensions and can't endure to be patronised.
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