A certain
simplicity shone in his merry, sparkling gray eyes, placed widely
apart.
At THE SPARROWS Lichonin was esteemed for his sedateness, kind
disposition, and accuracy in money matters. Because of that he was
at once assigned a little private room--an honour of which but
very few students could boast. The gas burned all day in this
room, because light penetrated only through the narrow bottom of a
window, cut short by the ceiling. Only the boots, shoes, umbrellas
and canes of the people walking by on the sidewalk could be seen
through this window.
They had to let still another student, Simanovsky (whom they ran
against near the coat room), join the party. "What does he mean,
by leading me around as though for a show?" thought Liubka: "it
looks like he's showing off before them." And, snatching a free
moment, she whispered to Lichonin, who had bent over her:
"But why are there so many people, dearie? For I'm so bashful. I
can't hold my own in company."
"That's nothing, that's nothing, my dear Liubochka," Lichonin
whispered rapidly, tarrying at the door of the cabinet.
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