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Ignat would heave a sigh at these words.
"You had better start out your son as soon as possible."
"There's time yet, wait."
"Why wait? He'll go about the Volga for two or three years and
then we'll have him married. There's my Lubov."
Lubov Mayakina was now studying in the fifth class of some boarding
school. Foma often met her on the street at which meeting she always
bowed condescendingly, her fair head in a fashionable cap. Foma liked
her, but her rosy cheeks, her cheerful brown eyes and crimson lips
could not smooth the impression of offence given to him by her
condescending bows. She was acquainted with some Gymnasium students,
and although Yozhov, his old friend, was among them, Foma felt no
inclination to be with them, and their company embarrassed him. It
seemed to him that they were all boasting of their learning before
him and that they were mocking his ignorance. Gathered together in
Lubov's house they would read some books, and whenever he found them
reading or loudly arguing, they became silent at his sight.


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