Beer he drank only out
of bravado, but could not bear its bitter taste, and wondered
himself how others could ever drink it. And for that reason,
squeamishly, like an old rake, sticking out his lower lip, he said
mistrustfully:
"But then, you surely must have some awful stuff?"
"What do you mean, what do you mean, good-looking! The very best
gentlemen approve of it. Of the sweet, there are Cagore, church
wine, Teneriffe; while of the French there's Lafitte. You can get
port wine also. The girls just simply adore Lafitte with
lemonade."
"And what are the prices?"
"No dearer than money. As is the rule in all good establishments--
a bottle of Lafitte five roubles, four bottles of lemonade at a
half each, that's two roubles, and only seven in all..."
"That'll do you, Zociya," Jennka stopped her indifferently, "it's
a shame to take advantage of boys. Even five is enough. You can
see these are decent people, and not just anybody..."
But Gladishev turned red, and with a negligent air threw a ten
rouble note on the table.
"Oh, what's the use of talking about it.
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