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Simkin is a given name and a surname. As a surname in Slavic countries it used for males, while the feminine counterpart is Simkina. It may refer to
Given name- Simkin de Pio (born 1976), Filipino painter
- Daniil Simkin (born 1987), Russian ballet dancer
- Darren Simkin (born 1970), English football player
- Jim Simkin (1919–1984), Canadian-American psychotherapist
- John Simkin (1883–1967) Anglican Bishop in New Zealand
- Richard Simkin (1850–1926), British artist and illustrator of military uniforms
- Toby Simkin (born 1964), theatrical producer
- William E. Simkin (1907–1992), American labor mediator and private arbitrator
- Simkin (character), in "Dark Sword"
Usage examples of "simkin".
The guard disappeared with a snarl, and Simkin, sniffing, covered his nose with his hand.
Indeed, Simkin appeared to have just come from an evening with the Emperor.
Placing the orange silk firmly over his mouth and nose, Simkin moved obligingly to the window, peering outside.
Catching the shirt as Joram threw it, Simkin shook it out, then rubbed the stain vigorously with the bit of orange silk.
Taking his shirt back from Simkin, he started to put it on, hesitated, then tossed it on the mattress.
A loud voice made him start, but it was only Simkin muttering about cards, apparently playing a game of tarok in his sleep.
With a backward glance at the slumbering Simkin, he tapped on the barred window of the prison house and beckoned to one of the guards.
Rising to his feet, Simkin stood stiffly upright, his ankles together, his arms thrown straight out to either side.
He glanced quickly at Mosiah and Simkin, both of whom appeared to comprehend his plan at once.
Broomstraws stuck out of his clothing like scrawny feathers, Simkin stood over him.
Sniffing, Simkin pulled the orange silk from the air and mopped his brow.
The figure of Simkin could barely be seen in the twilight, the feather in his cap fluttering in the air like a banner.
Saryon cast an irritated glance at the mischievous Simkin, who simply grinned innocently and sat back upon his stump, legs crossed, to enjoy the fun.
Not for the first time, the catalyst studied Simkin as they trudged after him through the forest, trying to guess his game.
A man who shifted stories of his past as often as he shifted his clothes, a man in whom the magic of the world sparkled through his veins like wine, a man of disarming charm, outlandish lies, and an irreverent attitude toward everything in life including death, Simkin was liked by all and trusted by none.