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your father.
[16] Speak of the sun and you see its rays.
STYÓPA. Not at all. There was nothing particular. He gave me his
opinion, and I gave him mine. It is not my fault that our views differ.
Lyúba, you know, understands nothing, but must have her say about
everything.
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Well, and what have you decided on?
STYÓPA. I don't know what Papa has decided. I'm afraid he does not quite
know himself; but as for me, I have decided to volunteer for the
Horse-Guards. In our house some special objection is made to every step
that is taken; but this is all quite simple. I have finished my studies,
and must serve my time. To enter a line regiment and serve with tipsy
low-class officers would be unpleasant, and so I'm entering the
Horse-Guards, where I have friends.
ALEXÁNDRA IVÁNOVNA. Yes; but why won't your father agree to it?
STYÓPA. Papa! What is the good of talking about him? He is now possessed
by his idée fixe.[17] He sees nothing but what he wants to see. He
says military service is the basest kind of employment, and that
therefore one should not serve, and so he won't give me any money.
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