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Updated: May 12, 2025
I told him all about my visit to Ratsch's, repeated the veteran's remarks and those of his wife, described the impression they had made on me and informed him of my conviction that the unhappy girl had taken her own life.... Fustov listened to me with no change of expression, and looked about him with the same bewildered air. 'Did you see her? he asked me at last. 'Yes. 'In the coffin?
He gave me his name, and told me where he was living. Next day I went to see him, and a week later we were almost inseparable. My new acquaintance was called Alexander Davidovitch Fustov. He lived with his mother, a rather wealthy woman, the widow of a privy councillor, but he occupied a little lodge apart and lived quite independently, just as I did at my aunt's.
'No. She is dead. I jumped out of bed. 'Dead? Susanna? Dead? Fustov turned his eyes away again. 'Yes; she is dead; she died at midnight. 'He's raving! crossed my mind. 'At midnight! And what's the time now? 'It's eight o'clock in the morning now. They sent to tell me. She is to be buried to-morrow. I seized him by the hand. 'Alexander, you're not delirious? Are you in your senses?
To the fair sex Fustov was attractive, undoubtedly, but on this subject, of such importance among young people, he did not care to enlarge, and fully deserved the nickname given him by his comrades, 'the discreet Don Juan. I was not dazzled by Fustov; there was nothing in him to dazzle, but I prized his affection, though in reality it was only manifested by his never refusing to see me when I called.
In the midst of all that horror, grief, bewilderment, a sort of unconscious feeling of superiority over Fustov had suddenly come to the surface in me.... Whether from seeing him crushed by the consciousness of his fault, distracted, shattered, whether that a misfortune befalling a man almost always humiliates him, lowers him in the opinion of others, 'you can't be much, is felt, 'if you hadn't the wit to come off better than that! God knows!
What do you suppose the old skinflint answered? "I'll pay your debts," says he, "if you like. Up to twenty-five roubles inclusive!" Do you hear, inclusive! No, sir, this was a gift from God in my destitution. A lucky chance. 'Been robbing someone? Fustov hazarded carelessly. Viktor frowned. 'Robbing, no indeed! I won it, won it from an officer, a guardsman.
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