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LYÚBA. Styópa is cycling to the station, the tutor has gone to town with
papa. The little ones are playing croquet, and Ványa is out there in the
porch, playing with the dogs.
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Well, has Styópa decided on anything?
LYÚBA. Yes. He has gone himself to hand in his application to enter the
Horse-Guards. He was horribly rude to papa yesterday.
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Of course, it's hard on him too.... Il n'y a pas de
patience qui tienne.[15] The young man must begin to live, and he is
told to go and plough!
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15] There are limits to human endurance.
LYÚBA. That's not what papa told him; he said ...
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Never mind. Still Styópa must begin life, and
whatever he proposes, it's all objected to. But here he is himself.
The Priest steps aside, opens a book, and begins to read. Enter
Styópa cycling towards the verandah.
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Quand on parle du soleil on en voit les
rayons.[16] We were just talking about you. Lyúba says you were rude to
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