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Updated: June 4, 2025
And do you know, Mariana, that one of the strongest proofs that I care for you and have the fullest confidence in you is that I am hardly angry at what you have done?" "Hardly! Then you are just a tiny bit. I'm so glad you call me Mariana. I can't call you Nejdanov, so I shall call you Alexai. There is a poem which begins, 'When I die, dear friend, remember, is that also yours?" "Yes.
The man's vanity must have been hurt, he must have suffered, but how nobly he forgot his own personal sorrows for that which he held to be the truth. "He is a limited soul," Nejdanov thought, "but is it not a thousand times better to be like that than such... such as I feel myself to be?" He immediately became indignant at his own self-depreciation. "What made me think that?
"Paklin was afraid!" some one sang out from a corner of the room, and everyone laughed. Paklin laughed with them, although it was like a stab in his heart. "He is right, the blackguard!" he thought to himself. Nejdanov he had come across in a little Greek restaurant, where he was in the habit of taking his dinner, and where he sat airing his rather free and audacious views.
I'll make all arrangements immediately." Markelov withdrew, and an hour later Nejdanov sat by his side on the broad leather-cushioned seat of his comfortable old carriage.
However much she may think herself an aristocrat, she is nothing more than a mere scandal-monger and a poser. That is your Sistine Madonna!" "Why is she mine in particular?" Mariana turned away and resumed her walk down the path. "Because you had such a long conversation together," she said, a lump rising in her throat. "I scarcely said a word the whole time," Nejdanov observed.
Thus Nejdanov thought, and he did not himself suspect how much truth and how much falsehood there lay in his reflections. He found Markelov in the same weary, sullen frame of mind. After a very impromptu dinner they set out in the well-known carriage to the merchant Falyeva's cotton factory where Solomin lived. Nejdanov's curiosity had been aroused.
Neither Solomin nor Nejdanov knew what to say, but Markelov replied instantly, with that same severity in his face and voice: "Of course we will come." "Thanks very much," Golushkin said hastily, and bending down to Markelov, added, "I will give a thousand roubles for the cause in any case.... Don't be afraid of that!"
"The very image of John the Baptist eating locusts... only locusts, without the honey! But the other is splendid!" he added, with a nod of the head in Solomin's direction. "What a delightful smile he has! I've noticed that people smile like that only when they are far above others, but without knowing it themselves." "Are there really such people?" Nejdanov asked.
Golushkin thrust huge pieces of caviar into his mouth and drank incessantly, saying every now and again: "Come, gentlemen, come, some splendid Macon, please!" Turning to Nejdanov, he began asking him where he had come from, where he was staying and for how long, and on hearing that he was staying at Sipiagin's, exclaimed: "I know this gentleman!
She began shuffling the cards, but threw them down suddenly. "I don't need cards!" she exclaimed. "I know all your characters without that, and as the character, so is the fate. This one," she said, pointing to Solomin, "is a cool, steady sort of man. That one," she said, pointing threateningly at Markelov, "is a fiery, disastrous man." And that one " She pointed to Nejdanov, but hesitated.
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