there was Madame Suhantchikov, there was Voroshilov, and Bambaev too; they all rushed up to him, while Bindasov bellowed:
'But where 's Pishtchalkin? We were expecting him; but it 's all the same, hop out, and we 'll be off to Gubaryov's.'
'Yes, my boy, yes, Gubaryov 's expecting us,' Bambaev confirmed, making way for him, 'hop out.'
Litvinov would have flown into a rage, but for a dead load lying on his heart. He glanced at Bindasov and turned away without speaking.
'I tell you Gubaryov 's here,' shrieked Madame Suhantchikov, her eyes fairly starting out of her head.
Litvinov did not stir a muscle.
'Come, do listen, Litvinov,' Bambaev began at last, 'there's not only Gubaryov here, there's a whole phalanx here of the most splendid, most intellectual young fellows, Russians—and all studying the natural sciences, all of the noblest convictions! Really you must stop here, if it's only for them. Here, for instance, there 's a certain . . . there, I 've forgotten his surname, but he 's a genius! simply!'
'Oh, let him be, let him be, Rostislav Ardalionovitch,' interposed Madame Suhantchikov,