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At this point she glanced at Mariana who was rolling up a cigarette. "You'll excuse me, Mariana Vikentievna, but if you really want to become simplified you must give that up." She pointed to the cigarette. "If you want to be a cook, that would never do. Everyone would see at once that you are a lady." Mariana threw the cigarette out of the window.
Her heart beat fast and again she seemed to be waiting for something. What has become of Solomin? The door creaked softly and Tatiana came into the room. "What do you want?" Mariana asked with a shade of annoyance. "Mariana Vikentievna," Tatiana began in an undertone, "don't worry, my dear. Such things happen every day. Besides, the Lord be thanked "
But he was far from "questions" at this moment. "Mariana Vikentievna," he began; "to be quite frank with you, I little expected all that has happened between us." That is as it should be. We have for some time past been getting closer to one another, only we have not expressed it in words. And so I will also speak to you frankly.
Valentina Mihailovna lifted her eyebrows slowly, then dropped her head, as if astonished at the freedom with which modern young girls entered into conversation. Kollomietzev smiled condescendingly. "Of course," he said, "I can't help feeling sorry for beautiful curls such as yours, Mariana Vikentievna, falling under the merciless snip of a pair of scissors, but it doesn't arouse antipathy in me.
Madame Sipiagina was the first to stop, and drumming her finger-tips on the back of a chair began in a free and easy tone: "Mariana Vikentievna, it seems that we have entered upon a correspondence with one another... Living under the same roof as we do it strikes me as being rather strange. And you know I am not very fond of strange things."
"It's no good blaming him now," Solomin began again. "What a pity we can't talk things over with him now, but by tomorrow he will be all right again. The police don't do things as quickly as you seem to imagine. You will have to go away with him, Mariana Vikentievna." "Certainly," she said resolutely, a lump rising in her throat.
Solomin's head appeared through the door. "Mariana Vikentievna, can I come in? I have brought someone whom it's absolutely necessary for you to see." Mariana merely nodded her head in reply and behind Solomin in walked Paklin. "I AM a friend of your husband's," he said, bowing very low, as if anxious to conceal his frightened face, "and also of Vassily Fedotitch.
"Well, Mariana!" he stammered out, "you've always talked of sim-plif-ication... so here I am quite simplified. Because the people are always drunk... and so..." He ceased, then muttered something indistinctly to himself, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. Pavel stretched him carefully on the couch. "Don't worry, Mariana Vikentievna," he repeated.
"Yes," Kollomietzev continued pensively, "he was rather overlooked at Easter." Valentina Mihailovna indicated Mariana with her eyes. Kollomietzev smiled and screwed up his eyes, conveying to her that he understood. "Mariana Vikentievna," he exclaimed suddenly, in an unnecessarily loud tone of voice, "do you intend teaching at the school again this year?" Mariana turned round from the cage.
She rang the bell and a servant entered. "I asked to have Mariana Vikentievna sent here. Has she not been told?" The servant had scarcely time to reply when a young girl appeared behind him in the doorway. She had on a loose dark blouse, and her hair was cut short. It was Mariana Vikentievna Sinitska, Sipiagin's niece on the mother's side.
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