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And in the meanwhile, my dear, go to the window and look out of it a bit; I just want to put myself in order." Liubka slightly pouted her lips and walked off to the window, turning her back on Lichonin. All these words about friendship, brotherhood and comradeship she could not understand with her brain of a hen and her simple peasant soul.
"I'm going, dearie," meekly answered Tamara, and walked away from him with her light step. Everybody for an instant turned toward the student. "Behave yourself, barberry!" Lichonin threatened him with his finger. "Well, well, go on," he begged the reporter; "all that you're saying is so interesting." "No, I'm not gathering anything," continued the reporter calmly and seriously.
May they even be exiled from the heights of the beauteous Caucasus! May they even never behold the blessed Georgia! Get up, you skunk! Get up you Aravian dromedary! Kintoshka! ..." But suddenly, unexpectedly for Lichonin, Liubka intervened. She took him by the arm and said timidly: "Darling, why torture him? Maybe he wants to sleep, maybe he's tired? Let him sleep a bit. I'd better go home.
Until the first night ... Leave off and don't talk nonsense to me! It makes me tired to listen to it!" "Wait, Lichonin!" began the reporter seriously. "Why, you will pile a load beyond your strength upon yourself as well. I've known idealists, among the populists, who married peasant girls out of principle.
"Well, yes, Liuba. Prince, ALLAHVERDI!" "YAKSHI-OL," answered Nijeradze and clinked his glass of beer with him. "And I'll also say, that I rejoice over you, friend Lichonin," continued Soloviev, setting down his glass and licking his moustache. "Rejoice, and bow before you.
Consider, my dear Lichonin, how much nagging, drawn out, disgusting deception, how much hate, there is in any marital cohabitation in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred. How much blind, merciless cruelty precisely not animal, but human, reasoned, far-sighted, calculated cruelty there is in the sacred maternal instinct and behold, with what tender colours this instinct is adorned!
And even that only when Lichonin with his half-yearly certificate proved to her that he was finishing this year and would become a lawyer. The housekeeper went after the ticket, while Lichonin took to pacing the cabinet back and forth.
"Once, somehow, they saddled me with the arrangement of this benefit performance in the National Theatre. Also, there dimly glimmers some clean-shaven haughty visage, but ... What shall it be, gentlemen?" Lichonin answered good-naturedly: "Why, drag him here. Perhaps he's funny." "And you?" the sub-professor turned to Platonov. "It's all the same to me. I know him slightly.
You'll be vexing yourself about her like a brother, like the knight Lancelot, but she, secretly from you, will fall in love with another. Me soul, believe me, that wooman, when she is a wooman, is always a wooman. And the other will play a bit with her body, and after three months chuck her out into the street or into a brothel." Lichonin sighed deeply.
Always reverent before the firmness of the words and decisions of Simanovsky, Lichonin, however, surmised and by instinct understood his real relation to Liubka; and in his desire to free himself, to shake off a chance load beyond his strength, he would catch himself in a nasty little thought: "She pleases Simanovsky; and as for her, isn't it all the same if it's he or I or a third?
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