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And so, while taking the light grey overcoat off Yarchenko, he sombrely and with much significance snarled back in answer to Lichonin's banter: "I am no citizen here, but the bouncer." "Upon which I have the honour to congratulate you," answered Lichonin with a polite bow. There were many people in the drawing room.
And again his eyelids quivered in the direction of Boris Sobashnikov. "Yes, true, I am one of the family here," he continued calmly, moving his glass in slow circles on the table. "Just think, I dined in this very house, day after day, for exactly four months." "No? Seriously?" Yarchenko wondered and laughed. "In all seriousness. The table here isn't at all bad, by the way.
"We have gathered together in our own close company, yet you must needs drag in some vagabond. The devil knows who he is!" "Quit that, Borya," answered Lichonin amicably. "He's a warm-hearted fellow." "Well now, gentlemen, this isn't fit for pigs," Yarchenko was saying, grumblingly, at the entrance of Anna Markovna's establishment.
It seems I am beginning to understand!" beamed Yarchenko. "Our new friend pardon me for the little familiarity is, apparently, gathering material from life? And, perhaps, in a few years we will have the pleasure of reading ..." "A t-r-ragedy out of a brothel!" Boris Sobashnikov put in loudly, like an actor.
Yarchenko was the last to go. He averred a headache and fatigue. But scarcely had he gone out of the house when the reporter seized Lichonin by the hand and quickly dragged him into the glass vestibule of the entrance. "Look!" he said, pointing to the street. And through the orange glass of the little coloured window Lichonin saw the sub-professor, who was ringing at Treppel's.
There was Tolpygin, Ramses, a certain sub-professor Yarchenko Borya Sobashnikov, and others ... I don't recall. We had been boat-riding the whole evening, then dived into a publican's, and only after that, like swine, started for the Yamkas. I, you know, am a very abstemious man. I only sat and soaked up cognac, like a sponge, with a certain reporter I know.
The upshot of it was that after half an hour Lichonin and Yarchenko did not under any consideration want to part with the reporter and dragged him with them to Yama. However, he did not resist. "If I am not a burden to you, I would be very glad," he said simply. "All the more since I have easy money to-day.
His comrades could never fathom where he found the time to employ in study, but nevertheless he went through all examinations and prescribed work with distinction and from the first course the professors had him in view. Now Yarchenko was beginning little by little to quit his former comrades and bottle companions.
But he, sitting down, said: 'Here is a sure means of making the last place the first. And finally I repeat: If your conscience does not allow you, as you express yourself, to buy a woman, then you can go there and come away, preserving your innocence in all its blossoming inviolability." "You overdo it, Ramses," objected Yarchenko with displeasure.
"We'd like to have in some way ... don't you know ... a little private room," he said with delicacy to Emma Edwardovna who had approached. "And give us some sort of red wine, please ... And then, some coffee as well ... You know yourself." Yarchenko always instilled confidence in servants and MAITRES D'HOTEL, with his dashing clothes and polite but seigniorial ways.
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