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¡°I¡¯ve something I want to say to you, Vanya,¡± said the old man, making up his mind. ¡°I¡¯ve seen for myself, I¡¯ve noticed it and I confess I¡¯m delighted that you and Natasha . . . you know what I mean. You see, Vanya, you¡¯re both very young, and my Anna Andreyevna is right. Let us wait a bit. Granted you have talent, remarkable talent perhaps . . . not genius, as they cried out about you at first, but just simply talent (I read you that article in the Drone today; they handle you too roughly, but after all, it¡¯s not much of a paper). Yes! You see talent¡¯s not money in the bank, and you¡¯re both poor. Let¡¯s wait a little, for a year and a half, or a year anyway. If you get on all right, get a firm footing, Natasha shall be yours. If you don¡¯t get on ? judge for yourself. You¡¯re an honest man, think things over. . . . ¡±
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