"Were these the conclusions we were striving for?
Who can understand the original idea in this ?" "Improving your mind ?" sniggered Pyotr Stepanovitch, taking the book from the table and reading the title.

"It's high time.

I'll bring you better, if you like." Stepan Trofimovitch again preserved a dignified silence.

I was sitting on a sofa in the corner.
Pyotr Stepanovitch quickly explained the reason of his coming.

Of course, Stepan Trofimovitch was absolutely staggered, and he listened in alarm, which was mixed with extreme indignation.
"And that Yulia Mihailovna counts on my coming to read for her!" "Well, they're by no means in such need of you.