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He seemed to be very pleased that the chief had got back safely. "How did you manage to get here at night, Vassily Fedotitch? We didn't expect you until tomorrow." "Oh, that's all right, Gavrilla. It's much nicer walking at night." The most unusually friendly relations existed between Solomin and his workpeople.
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."
As far as I can see there is nothing to prevent you. "Not leave it, but run away from it." "Why? Do they want to detain you? Perhaps you've taken some money in advance... If so, you've only to say the word and I should be delighted " "I'm afraid you don't understand me, my dear Solomin. I said run away and not leave, because I'm not going away alone." Solomin raised his head. "With whom then?"
Sipiagin was taken aback and looked at him over his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Vassily Fedotitch." "Please don't mention it." As soon as they got outside they ran against Kollomietzev. "Where are you off to?" the latter asked, looking askance at Solomin. "Are you going to the factory? C'est la l'individu en question?" Sipiagin opened his eyes wide and shook his head slightly by way of warning.
Mariana asked after a pause. "Solomin is also not good-looking, but has a nice, simple, honest face. Such faces are to be found among schoolboys of the right sort." Nejdanov had described Solomin accurately. Mariana gazed at him for a long, long time, then said, as if to herself: "You have also a nice face. I think it would be easy to get on with you."
"Oh, he's short, thick-set, dark, with high cheek-bones like a Kalmick... a rather coarse face, only he has very bright, intelligent eyes." "And what does he talk like?" "He does not talk, he commands." "Why did they make him leader?" "He is a man of strong character. Won't give in to anyone. Would sooner kill if necessary. People are afraid of him." "And what is Solomin like?"
On their entrance he jumped up, rushed up to them, went red in the face, shouted for some refreshments to be brought quickly, asked them some questions, laughed for no reason in particular, and all this in one breath. He knew Markelov and Solomin, but had not yet met Nejdanov.
On finishing Sipiagin's letter Solomin thought, "How else can I go if not simply? I haven't any dress clothes at the factory... And what the devil should I drag myself over there for? It's just a waste of time!" But after reading Nejdanov's note, he scratched the back of his neck and walked over to the window, irresolute.
Mariana shrugged her shoulders. "We must tell Solomin." "Yes... Solomin..." Nejdanov drawled out. "But he is also in danger. The police would arrest him too. It seems to me that he also took part in things and knew even more than we did." "I don't know about that," Mariana observed. "He never speaks of himself! "Not as I do!" Nejdanov thought. "That was what she meant to imply.
"In olden days, if you remember, people always sat down before starting on a journey. And you have both a long and wearisome one before you." Mariana, still crimson, sat down, then Nejdanov and Solomin, and last of all Tatiana took her seat on a thick block of wood. Solomin looked at each of them in turn.
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