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Lubov Mayakina was now studying in the fifth class of some boarding school. Foma often met her on the street at which meeting she always bowed condescendingly, her fair head in a fashionable cap. Foma liked her, but her rosy cheeks, her cheerful brown eyes and crimson lips could not smooth the impression of offence given to him by her condescending bows.
"It's all right! You can talk of this later," said the old man, scanning his daughter with his eyes. "Lubova, you can make your arrangements here, while we finish our little conversation. Well then, African Mitrich, explain yourself." "You will pardon me, Lubov Yakovlevna, won't you?" asked Smolin, gently. "Pray do not stand upon ceremony," said Lubov.
Ah, how much there is in him that is superfluous to me! Well, I am going to dress. It is time." He rose and went away, loudly scraping with his slippers along the floor. Foma glanced after him and said softly, with a frown: "The devil himself could not see through all this. One says this, the other, that." "It is precisely the same with books," said Lubov in a low voice.
"And supposing it is he, what of it?" inquired Yakov Tarasovich in a business-like tone. "Nothing, I don't know him," replied Lubov, indefinitely. "We'll make you acquainted. It's time, Lubov, it's time. Our hopes for Foma are poor, although I do not give him up." "I did not reckon on Foma what is he to me?" "That's wrong. If you had been cleverer perhaps he wouldn't have gone astray!
He had not been a galley slave Lubov had lied! And Foma was very much pleased when he pictured to himself how he would speak to Lubov about her brother. Now and then she appeared in the doorway during the conversation between her father and her brother.
Lubov Sergievna he has not known for long, whereas his aunt's love he has known since the day of his birth." WHEN I returned to the verandah, I found that they were not talking of me at all, as I had anticipated.
"Must he not even be mentioned?" said Lubov, softly and confusedly. I don't want to speak of him and I also advise you not to speak of him! " the old man threatened her with his finger and lowered his head with a gloomy frown.
She said nothing to this, but, lowering her head, she slowly began to finger the fringes of the towel. "You ought to get married," said Foma, feeling that he pitied her. "Leave me alone, please," answered Lubov, wrinkling her forehead. "Why leave you alone? You will get married, I am sure." "There!" exclaimed the girl softly, with a sigh. "That's just what I am thinking of it is necessary.
"What were you discussing?" asked Mayakin, appearing at the door, in a long frock-coat and with several medals on his collar and his breast. "Just so," said Lubov, morosely. "We spoke about books," added Foma. "What kind of books?" "The books she is reading. She read that everything on earth is rational." "Really!" "Well, and I say it is a lie!" "Yes."
He was invariably dirty, shabby, uncouth, and uninteresting. To me, Dimitri's relations with him were as unintelligible as his relations with Lubov Sergievna, and the only reason he could have had for choosing such a man for his associate was that in the whole University there was no worse-looking student than Bezobiedoff.
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