bout it during the night. Well, what of it, that's what
youth is for--to commit sacred follies. Give me the bottle, Alexandra,
I'll open it myself, or else you'll rupture yourself and burst a vein.
To a new life, Liubochka, pardon me ... Liubov ... Liubov ..."
"Nikonovna. But call me just as it comes ... Liuba."
"Well, yes, Liuba. Prince, ALLAHVERDI!"
"YAKSHI-OL," answered Nijeradze and clinked his glass of beer with him.
"And I'll also say, that I rejoice over you, friend Lichonin,"
continued Soloviev, setting down his glass and licking his moustache.
"Rejoice, and bow before you. It's precisely you, only, who are capable
of such a genuinely Russian heroism, expressed simply, modestly,
without superfluous words."
"Drop it ... Well, where's the heroism?" Lichonin made a wry face.
"That's true, too," confirmed Nijeradze. "You're reproaching me all the
time that I chatter a lot, but see what nonsense you're spouting
yourself."
"That makes no difference!" retorted Soloviev. "It may be even
grandiloquent, but still that makes no difference! As an elder of our
garret commune, I declare Liuba an honourable member with full rights!"
He got up, made a sweeping gesture with his hand, and uttered with
pathos:
"And into our house, free and fearless,
Its charming mistress walk thou in!"
Lichonin recalled vividly, that to-day at dawn he had spoken the very
same phrase, like an actor; and even blinked his eyes from shame.
"That's enough of tom-foolery. Let's go, gentlemen. Dress yourself,
Liuba."
CHAPTER XIV.
It was not far to The Sparrows restaurant; some two hundred steps. On
the way Liuba, unnoticed, took Lichonin by the sleeve and pulled him
toward her. In this wise they lagged a few steps behind Soloviev and
Nijeradze, who were walking ahead.
"Then you mean it seriously, my darling Vassil Vassilich?" she asked,
looking up at him with her kindly, dark eyes. "You're not playing a
joke on me?"
"What jokes can there be here, Liubochka! I'd be the lowest of men if I
permitted myself such jokes. I repeat, that to you I am more than a
friend, brother, comrade. And let's not talk about it any more. And
that which happened to-day toward morning, that, you may be sure, won't
be repeated. And I'll rent a separate room for you this very day."
Liubka sighed. Not that she was offended by the chaste resolution of
Lichonin, in which, to tell the truth, she believed but badly; but
somehow her d
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