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She could not tell him what her husband was Provincial Administration or Zemstvo Council and she seemed to think it funny. And Gomov found out that her name was Anna Sergueyevna. In his room at night, he thought of her and how they would meet next day. They must do so.
The porter gave him the necessary information: von Didenitz; Old Goucharno Street, his own house not far from the hotel; lives well, has his own horses, every one knows him. Gomov walked slowly to Old Goucharno Street and found the house. In front of it was a long, grey fence spiked with nails. "No getting over a fence like that," thought Gomov, glancing from the windows to the fence.
Anna Sergueyevna was very touching; she irradiated the purity of a simple, devout, inexperienced woman; the solitary candle on the table hardly lighted her face, but it showed her very wretched. "Why should I cease to respect you?" asked Gomov. "You don't know what you are saying." "God forgive me!" she said, and her eyes filled with tears. "It is horrible."
From the past there came the memory of earlier good-natured women, gay in their love, grateful to him for their happiness, short though it might be; and of others like his wife who loved without sincerity, and talked overmuch and affectedly, hysterically, as though they were protesting that it was not love, nor passion, but something more important; and of the few beautiful cold women, into whose eyes there would flash suddenly a fierce expression, a stubborn desire to take, to snatch from life more than it can give; they were no longer in their first youth, they were capricious, unstable, domineering, imprudent, and when Gomov became cold toward them then their beauty roused him to hatred, and the lace on their lingerie reminded him of the scales of fish.
When he had left his daughter at school, Gomov went to the "Slaviansky Bazaar." He took off his fur coat down-stairs, went up and knocked quietly at the door. Anna Sergueyevna, wearing his favourite grey dress, tired by the journey, had been expecting him to come all night. She was pale, and looked at him without a smile, and flung herself on his breast as soon as he entered.
Gomov told her how he came from Moscow and was a philologist by education, but in a bank by profession; and how he had once wanted to sing in opera, but gave it up; and how he had two houses in Moscow.... And from her he learned that she came from Petersburg, was born there, but married at S. where she had been living for the last two years; that she would stay another month at Talta, and perhaps her husband would come for her, because, he too, needed a rest.
The sea was rough and the steamer was late, and before it turned into the jetty it had to do a great deal of manoeuvring. Anna Sergueyevna looked through her lorgnette at the steamer and the passengers as though she were looking for friends, and when she turned to Gomov, her eyes shone.
A little above them, on the landing, two schoolboys stood and smoked and looked down at them, but Gomov did not care. He drew her to him and began to kiss her cheeks, her hands. "What are you doing? What are you doing?" she said in terror, thrusting him away.... "We were both mad. Go away to-night.
He saw a beggar go in at the gate and the dogs attack him. He heard a piano and the sounds came faintly to his ears. It must be Anna Sergueyevna playing. The door suddenly opened and out of it came an old woman, and after her ran the familiar white Pomeranian. Gomov wanted to call the dog, but his heart suddenly began to thump and in his agitation he could not remember the dog's name.
I swear, I'll come to Moscow. And now let us part. My dear, dearest darling, let us part!" She pressed his hand and began to go quickly down-stairs, all the while looking back at him, and in her eyes plainly showed that she was most unhappy. Gomov stood for a while, listened, then, when all was quiet he found his coat and left the theatre. And Anna Sergueyevna began to come to him in Moscow.
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