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Then he got up, put the manuscript in his pocket and moved towards the door; but he turned round and stopped in the middle of the room. 'Well, what do you think? I began, not waiting for him to speak. 'I have acted wrongly towards her, Fustov declared thickly. 'I have behaved... rashly, unpardonably, cruelly. I believed that... Viktor 'What! I cried; 'that Viktor whom you despise so!
To my mind Fustov was the happiest man in the world. His life ran so very smoothly. His mother, brothers, sisters, aunts, and uncles all adored him, he was on exceptionally good terms with all of them, and enjoyed the reputation of a paragon in his family. One day I went round to him rather early and did not find him in his study.
'I am in my senses, he answered. 'Directly I heard it, I came straight to you. My heart turned sick and numb, as always happens on realising an irrevocable misfortune. 'My God! my God! Dead! I repeated. 'How is it possible? So suddenly! Or perhaps she took her own life? 'I don't know, said Fustov, 'I know nothing. They told me she died at midnight. And to-morrow she will be buried.
A week later he seemed to have quite got over it, and took up his life as before. I asked him for Susanna's manuscript as a keepsake: he gave it me without raising any objection. Several years passed by. My aunt was dead; I had left Moscow and settled in Petersburg. Fustov too had moved to Petersburg.
If Fustov had remained quite unmoved, I should perhaps have hated him, have conceived an aversion for him, but he would not have sunk in my esteem.... He would have kept his prestige. Don Juan would have remained Don Juan!
'Yes; that's the best way... in such cases. I acted savagely, savagely, he repeated. We were both silent. Each of us felt that the other was ashamed; but it was easier for me; I was not ashamed of myself. 'I would break every bone in that Viktor's body now, pursued Fustov, clenching his teeth, 'if I didn't recognise that I'm in fault.
But Fustov continued to gaze with wild and stupid eyes at me my authoritative tone obviously had no effect on him, and to my second question, 'You're going to them, I suppose? he replied 'No, I'm not going. 'What do you mean, really? Don't you want to ascertain for yourself, to investigate, how, and what? Perhaps, she has left a letter... a document of some sort.... Fustov shook his head.
After resting a little, I set off to see Fustov, and told him all of which I had been a witness during that day. He listened to me, sitting still, and not raising his head, and putting both hands under his legs, he murmured again, 'Ah! my poor girl, my poor girl! and again lay down on the sofa and turned his back on me.
How was it she had had no desire to wait a little, to hear the bitter truth from the lips of the man she loved, to write to him, even? How could she fling herself at once headlong into the abyss? Because she was passionately in love with Fustov, I shall be told; because she could not bear the slightest doubt of his devotion, of his respect for her.
'You were in the theatre! he cried, flinging his arms about. 'How was it I didn't see you? I'm awfully glad I met you. You must come and have supper with me. Come on; I'll stand the supper! Young Ratsch seemed in an excited, almost ecstatic, frame of mind. His little eyes darted to and fro; he was grinning, and there were spots of red on his face. 'Why this gleefulness? asked Fustov. 'Why?
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