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As they entered, he glanced at them attentively (Lyova had an effect of “goodness”). This guy appeared extra cultured, he appeared extra like Uncle Mitya (so Lyova were correct in substituting him! )—ecstasy fixed anew in Lyova. This guy relatively did glance whatever like Uncle Mitya, in simple terms now not so fresh and stylish. strong, solid, Lyova quivered to himself. great thing I didn’t say— “You’re Lyova,” the 1st outdated guy acknowledged, as thickly as ever, yet extra as an announcement than a query, as he closed the door of the room conscientiously at the back of him and walked to the center. He used to be dragging one leg. Lyova’s brain rushed approximately like a rabbit. No, it can’t be! convinced, definite! he might have loved to claim joyfully—and he nodded, swallowing. “Please take a seat. ” Dragging a chair in addition to his leg, the previous guy got here towards Lyova; too past due, Lyova rushed to aid, whilst he was once already wiping the seat with newspaper. What are you doing, there’s no use, Lyova desired to say imploringly, and he took away the chair. The impression used to be awkward and impolite. The previous guy staggered. He hadn’t been simply wiping—as he wiped, he have been leaning at the chair, at the paper. He glanced at Lyova. “Do sit. He’ll be the following quickly. ” The outdated man’s face twitched two times, and back expressed not anything. the fellow who gave the look of Uncle Mitya became his attentive gaze on them for an speedy after which reduced his eyes. what's this? what's this? Lyova proposal feverishly. His toes have been thawing painfully, and his face burned. “The position hasn’t been picked up ? ” the 1st previous guy stated guiltily. back, Lyova used to be greatly surprised and a bit distracted: it rather hadn’t been picked up. at the desk lay greasy paper, crusts, an open tin can—very unappetizing. the complete room was once uninhabitable and dormitory-like to the purpose of weirdness. as if that they had simply moved in, hadn’t but washed the flooring or home windows after development, hadn’t introduced over the furnishings. The desk lined with leftovers, the haphazardly made mattress on which Uncle Mitya’s look-alike used to be sitting, 3 immediately table chairs, and a keg. No books. Admittedly, there has been a crucifix status within the nook. no longer Orthodox, painted. nobody stated whatever. The room had grown virtually darkish, yet that they had now not grew to become at the mild. Am I within the correct position, Lyova desired to shout. yet he merely squirmed. the 1st outdated artificial an try and transparent the desk. He shifted issues round with minute gestures, picked up a grimy knife and checked out it. Flung it angrily again at the desk. “Damn it! Will he get the following quickly? ” He plunged in regards to the room like a shadow, all grey by way of now within the twilight, plunged concerning the room dragging his leg. “Uncle Mitya” raised his attentive eyes. “But he simply left,” he acknowledged apologetically. With a sigh, the outdated guy settled down on a chair. “Sorry,” he growled to Lyova. the place did he pass, Lyova desired to ask, yet made up our minds that the query will be silly. might be I may still depart and say I’ll drop by means of a bit later? even supposing nonetheless, why didn’t I say that correct off? Now it’s too past due. Lyova’s head used to be muddled, his face burned (in the darkish, fortunately), his lips have been dry and appeared able to burst—the blood used to be pounding so in his head.