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He looked at me rather queerly, and shook hands without speaking. I had come to him to repeat all I had heard from Punin; and though I felt at once that I had called on Tarhov at the wrong moment, still, after talking a little about extraneous matters, I ended by informing him of Baburin's intentions in regard to Musa.
It's one of two things: either he knows that what he's doing to her is something of the nature of an outrage, all in the name of gratitude ... and if so, what about his honesty? or he doesn't realise it ... and in that case, what can one call him but a fool? I was about to reply, but Tarhov again clutched my hands, and again began talking in a hurried voice.
Tarhov fell to talking of his 'charmer, and even read me the beginning of a poem entitled: 'My Muse. His emotional outpourings were not quite to my taste. I felt secretly jealous of him. I soon left him. A few days after I happened to be passing through one of the arcades of the Gostinny Dvor.
I remember that on the way home I reflected with some pleasure that my friend Vladimir Tarhov might find things rather hot for him with his new type.... He ought to have to pay something for his happiness! That he would be happy, I was regretfully unable to doubt. Three days passed by.
Of all my fellow-students the one with whom I was on the friendliest terms was a light-hearted and good-natured youth called Tarhov. Our habits and our tastes were similar. Tarhov was a great lover of poetry, and himself wrote verses; while in me the seeds sown by Punin had not been without fruit.
Or are you describing him ... from what Musa tells you? Tarhov shrugged his shoulders. 'Musa and I ... have other things to talk of. I tell you what, he added, his whole body quivering with impatience, 'I tell you what: if Baburin has such a noble and honest nature, how is it he doesn't see that Musa is not a fit match for him?
'Only, please, don't you suppose, he added with warmth, 'don't you imagine any harm of her. So far, at any rate, there's been nothing of that sort between us. 'Harm! I caught him up; 'I've no doubt of that; and I've no doubt either that you sincerely deplore the fact, my dear fellow! Have patience everything will come right' 'I hope so, Tarhov muttered through his teeth, though with a laugh.
'So he too, like Tarhov, forbids my speaking of Musa, was the thought that struck me, and I could not help wondering inwardly. He might well prize Zeno so highly. I wished to impart to him some facts about that sage, but my tongue would not form the words, and it did well. I soon went about my business.
None but worthless people bad people get on anywhere and accommodate themselves to everything. You say Baburin is an honest fool! Why, is it better, then, to your mind, to be dishonest and clever? 'You distort my words! cried Tarhov. 'I only wanted to explain how I understand that person. Do you think he's such a rare specimen? Not a bit of it! I've met other people like him in my time.
'You don't understand what I mean, rejoined Tarhov, still laughing and blushing. 'I will introduce you to a living muse. 'Aha! so that's it! But how is she yours? 'Why, because ... But hush, I believe it's she coming here.
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