The tinted lenses had swallowed up his eyes completely.
Yeh?" he asked briefly and sleepily.
The galoshes." The tinted lenses slid over the galoshes, and Persikov thought he saw a pair of very sharp eyes, not at all sleepy, flash out from under the lenses for a second.
But they disappeared almost at once.
Well, Vasenka?" The man called Vasenka replied in a flat voice: "Well what? They're Polenzhkovsky's galoshes." The house committee was immediately deprived of Professor Persikov's present.
The galoshes disappeared in a newspaper.
Highly delighted, the cherub in the service jacket rose to his feet and began to pump the Professor's hand, even delivering a small speech, the gist of which was as follows: it did the Professor honour ... the Professor could rest assured ... he would not be disturbed any more, either at the Institute or at home ... steps would be taken, his chambers were perfectly safe... "But couldn't you shoot the reporters?" asked Persikov, looking over his spectacles.
His question cheered the visitors up no end.
Not only the small gloomy one, but even the tinted one in the hall gave a big smile.
Beaming and sparkling, the cherub explained that that was impossible.
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