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So that in reality, you are a member not of 'the Society of Solicitude, and so on, but of the Society of Tantaluses, which is composed of persons bent on pleasing Sophya Medinskaya."
And somehow, without perceiving it himself, he suddenly understood and resolved that he ought to go up to Sophya Pavlovna and tell her plainly, openly, just what he wanted of her that's all! He even felt a certain joy at this resolution, and he boldly started off to Medinskaya, thinking on the way only how to tell her best all that was necessary.
Foma wrinkled his face, for the dust filled his eyes, and thought: "If it is a woman I meet now then it will mean that Sophya Pavlovna will receive me in a friendly way, as before. I am going to see her tomorrow. And if it is a man I won't go tomorrow, I'll wait." But it was a dog that came to meet him, and this irritated Foma to such an extent that he felt like striking him with his cane.
There Sophya Pavlovna Medinskaya is standing, her hands hanging impotently, just as she stood in her drawing-room when he saw her last. Her eyes were large, but some great fright gleams in them. Sasha, too, is here.
In her presence Foma felt awkward, huge, heavy; this pained him, and he blushed deeply under the endearing look of Sophya Pavlovna's large eyes. He noticed that every time she looked at him, her eyes would grow darker, while her upper lip would tremble and raise itself slightly, thus displaying very small white teeth. This always frightened him.
Ookhtishchev looked fixedly into his face and asked: "Tell me, is it true, that you don't know whom you've thrashed? And is it really only for Sophya Pavlovna?" "It is, by God!" avowed Foma. "So, the devil knows what the result may be!" He stopped short, shrugged his shoulders perplexedly, waved his hand, and again began to pace the sidewalk, looking at Foma askance.
"I have no need for it. I have been ready long ago. I am already in love for all my life." She cast a glance at him, and started to play again, looking at the strings and saying pensively: "Spring. How good it is that you are but beginning to live. The heart is full of power, and there is nothing dark in it." "Sophya Pavlovna!" exclaimed Foma, softly. She interrupted him with a caressing gesture.
Very well, be like a man, but in order to be like a man it might be less dangerous for you to go to the tavern; the people there are after all better than Sophya's people. And you, young man, you should have learned to discriminate one person from another. Take Sophya, for instance: What does she represent? An insect for the adornment of nature and nothing more!"
"Ah, Yakov Tarasovich!" exclaimed the governor with a friendly smile, shaking and squeezing Mayakin's hand, while the old man was at the same time kissing the bishop's hand. "How are you, deathless old man?" "I thank you humbly, your Excellency! My respects to Sophya Pavlovna!" Mayakin spoke fast, whirling like a peg-top amid the crowd of people.
Firmly and kind-heartedly shaking Ookhtishchev's hand, Foma asked him: "And what makes you think that I am modest?" "What a question! A man, who lives like a hermit, who neither drinks, nor plays, nor likes any women. By the way, do you know, Foma Ignatyevich, that peerless patroness of ours is going abroad tomorrow for the whole summer?" "Sophya Pavlovna?" asked Foma, slowly. "Of course!
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