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254 pages, Paperback
Published December 8, 2021
When I was saying good-bye to Sasha I was thinking of nothing and was simply admiring her figure as every decent man admires a pretty woman; when I saw through the trellis two big eyes, I suddenly, as though by inspiration, knew that I was in love, that it was all settled between us, and fully decided already, that I had nothing left to do but to carry out certain formalities.
The lights were motionless. There seemed to be something in common between them and the stillness of the night and the disconsolate song of the telegraph wire. It seemed as though some weighty secret were buried under the embankment and only the lights, the night, and the wires knew of it.
“Well, yes, what are we to do? Come, decide, wise little head… I love you, and a man in love is not fond of sharing. He is more than an egoist. It is too much for me to go shares with your husband. I mentally tear him to pieces, when I remember that he loves you too. In the second place you love me… Perfect freedom is an essential condition for love… And are you free? Are you not tortured by the thought that that man towers for ever over your soul?”
— Sasha munching nuts
— Lyashkevsky threatening a rubbishly old armchair
— Vassily teasing "Does your vatch vant mending?"
— Miss Fyce yawning and dropping her hook in the water
— Rosalia crying "I to your wife shall tell.... Will not leave an honest maiden in peace"
— The pornographic candelabra
— Nadya professing "Well, I...I like this tobogganning"
— Peplov barking at his wife "You are an idiot! Is that the ikon?"
— Tchervyakov beholding "I have spattered him"
— Somov taunting "and the spelling... brrr! 'Earth' has an a in it!!"
— Pavel fantasizing "Could a delicate ephemeral creature like that fall in love with a worn-out old eel like me?"