Soloveitchik sprang forward to the table and rang a little bell. He
smiled once more, and this time for sheer satisfaction at having
thought of using a bell.
"Oh I none of that!" growled the student. "You've always got some silly
nonsense of that sort. It's not necessary in the least."
"Well ... I thought ... that...." stammered Soloveitchik, as, looking
embarrassed, he put the bell in his pocket.
"I think that the table should be placed in the middle of the room,"
said the student.
"Yes, yes, I am going to move it directly!" replied Soloveitchik, as he
hurriedly caught hold of the edge of the table.
"Mind the lamp!" cried Dubova.
"That's not the way to move it!" exclaimed the student, slapping his
knee.
"Let me help you," said Sanine.
"Thank you! Please!" replied Soloveitchik eagerly.
Sanine set the table in the middle of the room, and as he did so, the
eyes of all were fixed on his strong back and muscular shoulders which
showed through his thin shirt.
"Now, Goschienko, as the initiator of this meeting, it is for you to
make the opening speech," said the pale-faced Dubova, and from the
expression in her eyes it was hard to say if she were in earnest, or
only laughing at the student.
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