I had however one other acquaintance of a sort, Simonov, who was an old schoolfellow.
Which was exactly what Simonov would have hated, but he said nothing.
Simonov turned on his heel and approached the two guards at the gate.
"Of course not, since we are inviting him," Simonov decided.
"I shall never forgive myself for letting him join us," Simonov muttered again.
Minister Kliment Blagonravov looked up from his desk at Simonov's entrance.
It, like Moscow in general, had changed a good deal in Simonov's memory.
Colonel Simonov said flatly, "You seem to think that Marxism will never dominate the world."
Ferfitchkin began in an undertone, indicating me to Simonov, but he broke off, for even Simonov was embarrassed.
Simonov observed, with no appearance of pleasure, seeming to avoid looking at me.