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Updated: June 3, 2025
Let us revive the old habit,... will you? Let us drink to those days! Rudin started and drew himself up a little, and there was a gleam in his eyes of something no word can express. 'Let us drink to them, he said. 'I thank you, brother, we will drink to them! Lezhnyov and Rudin drained their glasses.
He dare to call Rudin a sponge indeed! Why, I consider the part he plays Pigasov I mean is a hundred times worse! He has an independent property, and he sneers at every one, and yet see how he fawns upon wealthy or distinguished people!
Lezhnyov pressed Rudin's hand, and calling his servant, ordered dinner, and told him to have a bottle of champagne put in ice. In the course of dinner, Lezhnyov and Rudin, as though by agreement, kept talking of their student days, recalling many things and many friends dead and living. At first Rudin spoke with little interest, but when he had drunk a few glasses of wine his blood grew warmer.
Rudin's ear was not outraged by the strange medley of language on Darya Mihailovna's lips, indeed he hardly had an ear for it. Darya Mihailovna was exhausted at last and letting her head fall on the cushions of her easy-chair she fixed her eyes on Rudin and was silent. 'I understand now, began Rudin, speaking slowly, 'I understand why you come every summer into the country.
And God grant that unhappiness may have blotted out all the harm there was in him, and left only what was fine! I drink to the health of Rudin!
As she talked of them, like a rich setting round a worthless stone, their names ranged themselves in a brilliant circlet round the principal name around Darya Mihailovna. Rudin listened, smoking a cigarette, and said little. He could speak well and liked speaking; carrying on a conversation was not in his line, though he was also a good listener.
Good God, when I came out here, I mentally took a farewell of my home, of my past and what? whom have I met here? a coward... and how did you know I was not able to bear a separation from my family? "Your mother will not consent... It is terrible!" That was all I heard from you, that you, you, Rudin?
At last the waiter took away the last dish, Lezhnyov got up, closed the door, and coming back to the table, sat down facing Rudin, and quietly rested his chin on his hands. 'Now, then, he began, 'tell me all that has happened to you since I saw you last. Rudin looked at Lezhnyov. 'Good God! thought Lezhnyov, 'how he has changed, poor fellow!
But allow me to point out to you that when we say "that's all words!" we often wish ourselves to avoid the necessity of saying anything more substantial than mere words. 'What? said Pigasov, winking his eyes. 'You understood what I meant, retorted Rudin, with involuntary, but instantly repressed impatience.
'I don't introduce any foreign crazes, but prefer what is our own, what is Russian, and, as you see, things don't seem to do badly, she added, with a wave of her hand. 'I have always been persuaded, observed Rudin urbanely, 'of the absolutely mistaken position of those people who refuse to admit the practical intelligence of women. Darya Mihailovna smiled affably.
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