"Get out, you mangy devil, fool, swine, dirt! I'll smash your
snout for you! ..."
All the lexicon of the establishment had come back to her; but
Simanovsky, having lost his pince-nez, his face distorted, was
looking at her with blurred eyes and jabbering whatever came into
his head:
"My dear ... It's all the same ... a second of enjoyment! ... You
and I will blend in enjoyment! ... No one will find out! ... Be
mine! ..."
It was just at this very minute that Lichonin walked into the
room.
Of course, at soul he did not admit to himself that this minute he
would commit a vileness; but only somehow from the side, at a
distance, reflected that his face was pale, and that his immediate
words would be tragic and of great significance.
"Yes!" he said dully, like an actor in the fourth act of a drama;
and, letting his hands drop impotently, began to shake his chin,
which had fallen upon his breast. "I expected everything, only not
this. You I excuse, Liuba--you are a cave being; but you,
Simanovsky ... I esteemed you ... however, I still esteem you a
decent man.
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