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Updated: May 26, 2025
There was Tolpygin, Ramses, a certain sub-professor Yarchenko Borya Sobashnikov, and others ... I don't recall. We had been boat-riding the whole evening, then dived into a publican's, and only after that, like swine, started for the Yamkas. I, you know, am a very abstemious man. I only sat and soaked up cognac, like a sponge, with a certain reporter I know.
While the reporter had been answering Yarchenko, Tamara quietly got up from her place, walked around the table, and, bending down over Sobashnikov, spoke in a whisper in his ear: "Dearie, sweetie, you'd better not touch this gentleman. Honest to God, it will be better for you, even." "Wass that?" the student looked at her superciliously, fixing his PINCE-NEZ with two spread fingers.
"Where I'm going, grandpa, there you mustn't go to-morrow we will meet in the same place as to-day. Good-bye!" They all walked out of the restaurant. At the door Borya Sobashnikov, always a little finical and unnecessarily supercilious, stopped Lichonin and called him to one side. "I'm surprised at you, Lichonin," he said squeamishly.
"Don't get your back up, Borinka," said Lichonin. "Here all are equal." Niura came with a pillow and laid it down on the divan. "And what's that for?" Sobashnikov yelled at her. "Git! take it away at once. This isn't a lodging house." "Now, leave her be, honey. What's that to you?" retorted Jennie in a sweet voice and hid the pillow behind Tamara's back.
"Zoe, shut her mouth!" said Platonov. "He just jumped up at once and ... app! ..." and Niura's torrent instantly broke off, stopped up by Zoe's palm. Everybody burst out laughing, only Boris Sobashnikov muttered under cover of the noise with a contemptuous look: "OH, CHEVALIER SANS PEUR ET SANS REPROCHE!"
Sobashnikov, despite his intoxication and wrath, still had knocking at the door of his mind the alluring thought that now it would be more convenient and easier before his comrades to call out Jennka on the quiet and to be alone with her. While Petrovsky, with exactly the same aim, went after Sobashnikov in order to make a loan of three roubles from him.
Lichonin, I, Borya Sobashnikov and Pavlov as jurists, Petrovsky and Tolpygin as medicos. True, Veltman has a distinct specialty mathematics. But then, he will be a pedagogue, a guide of youth, and, deuce take it, even a father! And if you are going to scare with a bugaboo, it is best to look upon it one's self first.
"Perhaps Sergei Ivanich knows some sort of magic word," jested Ramses. "Or is held here in an especially honoured state?" Boris Sobashnikov put in pointedly, with emphasis.
And again his eyelids quivered in the direction of Boris Sobashnikov. "Yes, true, I am one of the family here," he continued calmly, moving his glass in slow circles on the table. "Just think, I dined in this very house, day after day, for exactly four months." "No? Seriously?" Yarchenko wondered and laughed. "In all seriousness. The table here isn't at all bad, by the way.
"All the same, just as you wish, but I am going away out of a sense of solidarity!" said Petrovsky importantly and walked out. "May the earth be as down upon you!" Jennie sent after him. But how tortuous and dark the ways of the human soul! Both of them Sobashnikov as well as Petrovsky acted in their indignation rather sincerely, but the first only half so, while the second only a quarter in all.
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