1 I'll send Simonov a note by tomorrow's post.
2 Simonov was positively surprised at my turning up.
3 It was almost a year since I had last seen Simonov.
4 "Let us sit down, gentlemen," cried Simonov, coming in.
5 "We'll put your name down," Simonov decided, addressing me.
6 "Of course not, since we are inviting him," Simonov decided.
7 You will understand, Simonov, that I could have no idea when I came here.
8 I had however one other acquaintance of a sort, Simonov, who was an old schoolfellow.
9 Simonov, with whom I was left TETE-A-TETE, was in a state of vexation and perplexity, and looked at me queerly.
10 not two paces away, Simonov repeated, accompanying me to the front door with a fussy air which did not suit him at all.
11 Trudolyubov was on my left, Simonov on my right, Zverkov was sitting opposite, Ferfitchkin next to him, between him and Trudolyubov.
12 And so on one occasion, unable to endure my solitude and knowing that as it was Thursday Anton Antonitch's door would be closed, I thought of Simonov.
13 I flushed crimson, as I did so I remembered that I had owed Simonov fifteen roubles for ages--which I had, indeed, never forgotten, though I had not paid it.
14 "So the three of us, with Zverkov for the fourth, twenty-one roubles, at the Hotel de Paris at five o'clock tomorrow," Simonov, who had been asked to make the arrangements, concluded finally.
15 Simonov's other visitor, Trudolyubov, was a person in no way remarkable--a tall young fellow, in the army, with a cold face, fairly honest, though he worshipped success of every sort, and was only capable of thinking of promotion.
16 One of them was Simonov, who had in no way been distinguished at school, was of a quiet and equable disposition; but I discovered in him a certain independence of character and even honesty I don't even suppose that he was particularly stupid.
17 Of Simonov's two visitors, one was Ferfitchkin, a Russianised German--a little fellow with the face of a monkey, a blockhead who was always deriding everyone, a very bitter enemy of mine from our days in the lower forms--a vulgar, impudent, swaggering fellow, who affected a most sensitive feeling of personal honour, though, of course, he was a wretched little coward at heart.
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