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Updated: June 11, 2025
For he, who was on terms of thou-ing with almost the whole university, nevertheless felt himself so lonely in a strange city and in a country still strange to him! These studies afforded the most pleasure of all to Soloviev.
Lichonin, Soloviev, and Nijeradze talked most of all. The first, in a decisive and business-like manner, trying to hide under the solicitous words something real, inward, prickling and inconvenient. Soloviev, with a puerile delight, with the most sweeping of gestures, hitting the table with his fist.
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.
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.
Lichonin noticed this, understood, sensed the thoroughly agitated soul of the girl, and came to her aid. He sternly, almost rudely, stopped Soloviev. "Perfectly correct, Soloviev. As in a directory. Liubka from the Yamkas. Formerly a prostitute. Even more, still yesterday a prostitute. But from to-day my friend, my sister. And so let everyone, who respects me to any extent, regard her.
To his great happiness, Liubka had at last read through almost without faltering: "A good plough has Mikhey, and a good one has Sisoi as well... a swallow... a swing ... the children love God..." And as a reward for this Soloviev read aloud to her Of the Merchant Kalashnikov and of Kiribeievich, Life-guardsman of Czar Ivan the Fourth.
"I searched ... searched for you ... I ... Honest to God, I'm not like that one ... like Lichonin ... I'm in earnest ... even right now, even to-day. "Go away!" still more quietly pronounced Liubka. "I'm serious ... I'm serious ... I'm not trifling, I want to marry..." "Oh, you creature!" suddenly squealed out Liubka, and quickly, hard, peasant-like, hit Soloviev on the cheek with her palm.
But if the Georgian and the kind-souled Soloviev served as a palliating beginning against the sharp thorns of great worldly wisdom, in the curious education of the mind and soul of Liubka; and if Liubka forgave the pedantism of Lichonin for the sake of a first sincere and limitless love for him, and forgave just as willingly as she would have forgiven curses, beatings, or a heavy crime the lessons of Simanovsky, on the other hand, were a downright torture and a constant, prolonged burden for her.
The prince was funny and entertaining to her, and the expansive Soloviev interestingly amusing; toward the crushing authoritativeness of Simanovsky she felt a supernatural terror; but Lichonin was for her at the same time a sovereign, and a divinity; and, which is the most horrible of all, her property and bodily joy.
This was the circumspect, droll, magnanimous, somewhat wondering love, and the careful concern, of a kind elephant for a frail, helpless, yellow-downed chick. The reading was a delectation for both of them, and here again the choice of works was directed by the taste of Liubka, while Soloviev only followed its current and its sinuosities.
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