But I'll take and make a fearful scene for him. and
her."
And he would declaim to himself:
"Ah, so! ... I have warmed you in my bosom, and what do I see now?
You are paying me with black ingratitude. ... And you, my best
comrade, you have attempted my sole happiness! ... O, no, no,
remain together; I go hence with tears in my eyes. I see, that I
am one too many! I do not wish to oppose your love, etc., etc."
And precisely these dreams, these hidden plans, such momentary,
chance, and, at bottom, vile ones--of those to which people later
do not confess to themselves--were suddenly fulfilled. It was the
turn of Soloviev's lesson. To his great happiness, Liubka had at
last read through almost without faltering: "A good plough has
Mikhey, and a good one has Sisoi as well... a swallow... a swing
... the children love God..." And as a reward for this Soloviev
read aloud to her Of the Merchant Kalashnikov and of Kiribeievich,
Life-guardsman of Czar Ivan the Fourth. Liubka from delight
bounced in her armchair, clapped her hands. The beauty of this
monumental, heroic work had her in its grasp.
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