He already had a presentiment of the onerousness of
living together, of a multiplicity of cares, unpleasantnesses and
expenses; of the equivocal smiles or even simply the unceremonious
questionings of comrades; finally, of the serious hindrance during
the time of government examinations. But, having scarcely begun
speaking with Nijeradze, he at once became ashamed of his
pusillanimity, and having started off listlessly, towards the end
he again began to prance on his heroic steed.
"Do you see, prince," he said, in his confusion twisting a button
of his comrade's coat and without looking in his eyes, "you've
made a mistake. This isn't a comrade in a petticoat, but ...
simply, I was just now with my colleagues ... that is, I wasn't,
but just dropped in for a minute with my friends into the Yamkas,
to Anna Markovna ..."
"With whom?" asked Nijeradze, becoming animated.
"Well, isn't it all the same to you, prince? There was Tolpygin,
Ramses, a certain sub-professor--Yarchenko--Borya Sobashnikov, and
others ... I don't recall. We had been boat-riding the whole
evening, then dived into a publican's, and only after that, like
swine, started for the Yamkas.
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