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'The devil's made friends with the baby, they said.... Kister was warm in his praises of his friend on all hands; no one disputed his opinion, because they were afraid of Lutchkov; Lutchkov himself never mentioned Kister's name before the others, but he dropped his intimacy with the perfumed adjutant.
In Lutchkov there was something enigmatic for the young girl; she felt that his soul was 'dark as a forest, and strained every effort to penetrate into that mysterious gloom.... So children stare a long while into a deep well, till at last they make out at the very bottom the still, black water.
'I believe, Marya Sergievna, he pronounced with dignity, 'you yourself suggested... 'Yes... yes... rejoined Masha hurriedly. 'You wished to see me, you wanted... Her voice died away. Lutchkov did not speak. Masha timidly raised her eyes.
'I don't care for it, answered Lutchkov. 'Where's your place? 'Over there. Lutchkov conducted Masha to her chair, coolly bowed to her and coolly returned to his corner... but there was an agreeable stirring of the spleen within him. Kister asked Masha for a dance. 'What a strange person your friend is!
'Yes, I think so. Lutchkov stared at the ceiling and hummed out of tune. Kister looked down and mused. 'But, look here, Lutchkov brought out in a husky, jarring voice, 'you're a clever fellow, I dare say, you're a cultured fellow, but you're a good bit out in your ideas sometimes for all that, if I may venture to say so. 'How do you mean? 'Why, look here. About women, for instance.
'What! you suspect me... 'I suspect other people of nothing, Avdey cut him short with cutting iciness, 'of which I would not suspect myself; but I have the weakness to suppose that other men are no better than I am. 'You are mistaken, Kister retorted emphatically; 'other men are better than you. 'I congratulate them upon it, Lutchkov dropped carelessly; 'but...
You took such a mighty interest in my "blossoming out," you know! Kister walked up and down the room. 'Look here, Lutchkov, he said at last; 'if you really joking apart are convinced of what you say, which I confess I don't believe, then let me tell you, it's shameful and wicked of you to put such an insulting construction on my conduct and intentions.
'That's how it is no one knows you... except me; goodness knows what some people think of you... Avdey! added Kister after a brief silence; 'do you disbelieve in virtue, Avdey? 'Disbelieve... no, I believe in it,... muttered Lutchkov. Kister pressed his hand feelingly. 'I want, he went on in a voice full of emotion, 'to reconcile you with life.
Avdey Ivanovitch would come sometimes to Kister, light a pipe and quietly sit down in an arm-chair. Lutchkov was not in Kister's company abashed by his own ignorance; he relied and with good reason on his German modesty. 'Well, he would begin, 'what did you do yesterday? Been reading, I'll bet, eh? 'Yes, I read.... 'Well, and what did you read?
Soon there arrived the young dandies, the officers, intentionally a little late; at last the colonel himself, accompanied by his adjutants, Kister and Lutchkov. He presented them to the lady of the house. Lutchkov bowed without speaking, Kister muttered the customary 'extremely delighted'... Mr.
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