But to separate was now very difficult. The whole day, passed
together, had shaken them into an accustomed, tenacious herd. It
seemed that if even one were to go away from the company, a
certain attained equilibrium would be disturbed and could not be
restored afterwards. And so they dallied and stamped upon the
sidewalk, near the exit of the tavern's underground vault,
interfering with the progress of the infrequent passers-by. They
discussed hypocritically where else they might go to wind up the
night. It proved to be too far to the Tivoli Garden, and in
addition to that one also had to pay for admission tickets, and
the prices in the buffet were outrageous, and the program had
ended long ago. Volodya Pavlov proposed going to him--he had a
dozen of beer and a little cognac home. But it seemed a bore to
all of them to go in the middle of the night to a family
apartment, to enter on tiptoes up the stairs and to talk in
whispers all the time.
"Tell you what, brethren ... Let's better ride to the girlies,
that will be nearer the mark," said peremptorily Lichonin, an old
student, a tall, stooping, morose and bearded fellow.
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