But the crowd was different now: she saw only the faces of acquaintances, people in society, surveying the scene, some with severe astonishment, others with sly curiosity and at the same time guileless eagerness for a sensation, while others positively laughed.
"I believe her name's Lebyadkin," a good-natured person volunteered at last in answer to Varvara Petrovna.

It was our respectable and respected merchant Andreev, a man in spectacles with a grey beard, wearing Russian dress and holding a high round hat in his hands.

"They live in the Filipovs' house in Bogoyavlensky Street." "Lebyadkin?
Filipovs' house?
I have heard something....

Thank you, Nikon Semyonitch.

But who is this Lebyadkin ?" "He calls himself a captain, a man, it must be said, not over careful in his behaviour.