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Updated: May 7, 2025
It did not express pain, nor anxiety, nor misery nothing of what was expressed by her words and her tears. . . . I must own that, probably because I did not understand it, it looked to me senseless and as though she were drunk. "'I can't bear it, muttered Kisotchka in the voice of a crying child. 'It's too much for me, Nikolay Anastasyitch. Forgive me, Nikolav Anastasyitch.
I can't go on living like this. . . . I am going to the town to my mother's. . . . Take me there. . . . Take me there, for God's sake! "In the presence of tears I can neither speak nor be silent. I was flustered and muttered some nonsense trying to comfort her. 'Forgive me, Nikolay Anastasyitch, I am going. . . . I can bear no more. . . . "'Kisotchka, but there isn't a single cab, I said.
We passed the mill and the hut, turned to the left and reached the gates of the cemetery. There Kisotchka stopped and said: "'I am going back, Nikolay Anastasyitch! You go home, and God bless you, but I am going back. I am not frightened. "'Well, what next! I said, disconcerted. 'If you are going, you had better go! "'I have been too hasty. . . . It was all about nothing that mattered.
"'Nikolay Anastasyitch! she said, crying and laughing and looking at me with wet shining eyes, 'I shall never forget your sympathy . . . . How good you are! All of you are so splendid all of you! Honest, great-hearted, kind, clever. . . . Ah, how good that is!
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