燦爛夜空

Here he is up to his nonsense again! Don’t you listen to him; he’s always laughing at me. How can this gentleman be a general!That’s just what I tell you, he’s a special sort. But don’t you imagine, your excellency, that we’re silly; we are much cleverer than we seem at first sight.Don’t listen to him! He’s always putting me to confusion before honest folk, the shameless fellow. He’d much better take me to the theatre sometimes　baidu seo.

Alexandra Semyonovna, love your household. . . . Haven’t you forgotten what you must love? Haven’t you forgotten the word? the one I taught you!Of course I haven’t! It means some nonsense.Well, what was the word then?As if I were before a visitor! Most likely it means something shameful.Strike me dumb if I’ll say it!Well, you have forgotten then.Well, I haven’t then, penates! . . . love your penates, that’s what he invents! Perhaps there never were any penates. An why should one love them? He’s always talking nonsense!
But at Mme. Bubnov’s . . . Foo! You and your Bubnov!And Alexandra Semyonovna ran out of the room in great indignation.It’s time to go. Good-bye, Alexandra Semyonovna.We went out.Look here, Vanya, first let’s get into this cab. That’s right And secondly, I found out something after I had said good-by to you yesterday, and not by guesswork, but for a certainty I spent, a whole hour in Vassilyevsky Island. That fat man an awful scoundrel, a nasty, filthy brute, up to all sorts of trick and with vile tastes of all kinds. This Bubnov has long been notorious for some shifty doings in the same line. She was almost caught over a little girl of respectable family the other day. The muslin dress she dressed that orphan up in (as you described this morning) won’t let me rest, because I’ve heard something of the sort already. I learnt something else this morning, quite by chance, but I think I can rely on it. How old is she　?
From her face I should say thirteen.But small for her age. Well, this is how she’ll do, then. When need be she’ll say she’s eleven, and another time that she’s fifteen. And as the poor child has no one to protect her she’s . . .Is it possible!