"What will you order?" asked Isaiah Savvich, putting the money
away in his pocket. "Waltz, polka, polka-mazourka?"
"Well...Something sort of..."
"A waltz, a waltz!" Vera, a great lover of dancing, shouted from
her place.
"No, a polka! ... A waltz! ... A vengerka! ... A waltz!" demanded
others.
"Let them play a polka," decided Liuba in a capricious tone.
"Isaiah Savvich, play a little polka, please. This is my husband,
and he is ordering fox me," she added, embracing the pedagogue by
the neck. "Isn't that true, daddy?"
But he freed himself from under her arm, drawing his head in like
a turtle, and she without the least offence went to dance with
Niura. Three other couples were also whirling about. In the dances
all the girls tried to hold the waist as straight as possible, and
the head as immobile as possible, with a complete unconcern in
their faces, which constituted one of the conditions of the good
taste of the establishment. Under cover of the slight noise the
teacher walked up to Little Manka.
"Let's go?" he said, offering her his bent arm.
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