The Counting-House by I Turgenev Illustration by P Sokolov

 

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I got up softly and looked through a crack in the partition. The fat man was sitting with his back to me. Facing him sat a merchant, a man about forty, lean and pale, who looked as if he had been rubbed with oil. He was incessantly fingering his beard, and very rapidly blinking and twitching his lips.

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—Ivan Turgenev. The Counting-House (translation by Constance Garnett)

Русский:  

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Я тихонько приподнялся и посмотрел сквозь трещину в перегородке. Толстяк сидел ко мне спиной. К нему лицом сидел купец, лет сорока, сухощавый и бледный, словно вымазанный постным маслом. Он беспрестанно шевелил у себя в бороде и очень проворно моргал глазами и губами подергивал.

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—И.С. Тургенев. Контора.