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Updated: May 2, 2025
"Does it lock all right?" "Yes," Mariana whispered. Solomin turned to her. She did not raise her eyes. "Then there is no need to bother about the Sipiagins," he continued gaily, "is there?" Solomin was about to go out. "Vassily Fedotitch..." "Yes..." "Why is it you are so talkative with me when you are usually so silent? You can't imagine what pleasure it gives me." "Why?"
Do you think the Sipiagins will make a search for you, Mariana? Will they make a hunt?" "I don't think so," Mariana replied. "And I think they will," Nejdanov remarked. "It doesn't matter either way," Solomin continued. "You must be a little careful at first, but in a short time you can do as you like."
They praised Solomin, Tatiana, Pavel; spoke of the Sipiagins and how their former life had receded from them far into the distance, as if enveloped in a mist; then they clasped each other's hand again, exchanged tender glances; wondered what class they had better go among first, and how to behave so that people should not suspect them.
Mashurina fixed her gaze on Mariana and stared at her for so long that the latter began to feel uncomfortable. "Excuse me," Mashurina exclaimed suddenly in her hard abrupt voice, "I am a plain woman and don't know how to put these things. Don't be angry with me. You need not tell me if you don't wish to. Are you the girl who ran away from the Sipiagins?"
"Yes," Solomin said, "we must think it over, consider ways and means." "May I make a suggestion?" Paklin began. "It entered my head as I was coming along here. I must tell you, by the way, that I dismissed the cabman from the town a mile away from here." "What is your suggestion?" Solomin asked. "Let me have some horses at once and I'll gallop off to the Sipiagins." "To the Sipiagins!"
My children, let me unite you as it were from the grave. You will live happily together. Mariana, I know you will come to love Solomin and he. .. he loved you from the moment he first saw you at the Sipiagins. It was no secret to me, although we ran away a few days later. Ah! that glorious morning! how exquisite and fresh and young it was!
They all vanished with him became lost in the general whirl, dead and gone for ever. Nothing was left except the memories of his friends until they, too, vanish in their turn!" Paklin ceased. "Do you remember the Sipiagins?" he began again; "those respectable, patronising, loathsome swells are now at the very height of power and glory."
It is enough for you to know that for the last two weeks I have been living in a large factory together with Mariana. We ran away from the Sipiagins on the day on which I last wrote to you. A friend has given us shelter here. For convenience sake I will call him Vassily. He is the chief here and an excellent man.
I can't remember if I told you anything about another friend of mine a relative of the Sipiagins. He will get himself into such a mess that it won't be easy for him to get out of it. I quite meant finishing this letter and am still going on. It seems to me that nothing matters and yet I scribble verses.
Mashurina, of course, did not remember the Sipiagins, but Paklin hated them so much that he could not keep from abusing them on every possible occasion. "They say there's such a high tone in their house! they're always talking about virtue! It's a bad sign, I think. Reminds me rather of an over-scented sick room. There must be some bad smell to conceal. Poor Alexai! It was they who ruined him!"
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