"Is he your lover? Your pimp?"
"I swear by anything you want that not once in his life has he
stayed with any one of us. But, I repeat, don't pick on him."
"Why, yes! Why, of course!" retorted Sobashnikov, grimacing
scornfully. "He has such a splendid defense as the entire brothel.
And it's a sure thing that all the bouncers on Yamskaya are his
near friends and cronies."
"No, not that," retorted Tamara in a kind whisper. "Only he'll
take you by the collar and throw you out of the window, like a
puppy. I've already seen such an aerial flight. God forbid its
happening to anyone. It's disgraceful, and bad for the health."
"Get out of here, you filth!" yelled Sobashnikov, swinging his
elbow at her.
"I'm going, dearie," meekly answered Tamara, and walked away from
him with her light step.
Everybody for an instant turned toward the student.
"Behave yourself, barberry!" Lichonin threatened him with his
finger. "Well, well, go on," he begged the reporter; "all that
you're saying is so interesting."
"No, I'm not gathering anything," continued the reporter calmly
and seriously.
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