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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Delighted. To-morrow morning early near Kerbalay's. I leave all details to your taste. And now, clear out!" "I hate you," Laevsky said softly, breathing hard. "I have hated you a long while! A duel! Yes!" "Get rid of him, Alexandr Daviditch, or else I'm going," said Von Koren. "He'll bite me."
"Yes, of course I'll kill him." "He'll kill him!" A despairing shout was suddenly heard somewhere very close at hand. A shot rang out at once. Seeing that Laevsky remained standing where he was and did not fall, they all looked in the direction from which the shout had come, and saw the deacon.
Whether they killed him next morning, or mocked at him that is, left him his life he was ruined, anyway. Whether this disgraced woman killed herself in her shame and despair, or dragged on her pitiful existence, she was ruined anyway. So thought Laevsky as he sat at the table late in the evening, still rubbing his hands.
This calm attitude struck Laevsky as insolent and insulting to the last degree. "Kindly take back your words," shouted Samoylenko. Laevsky, who did not by now remember what his words were, answered: "Leave me alone! I ask for nothing. All I ask is that you and German upstarts of Jewish origin should let me alone! Or I shall take steps to make you! I will fight you!"
As for her husband, maybe I was in an indirect way one of the causes of his death; but again, is it my fault that I fell in love with his wife and she with me?" Then he got up, and finding his cap, set off to the lodgings of his colleague, Sheshkovsky, where the Government clerks met every day to play vint and drink beer. "My indecision reminds me of Hamlet," thought Laevsky on the way.
"I think there is something amiss with the soup . . ." said Samoylenko, anxious to change the conversation. "Laevsky is absolutely pernicious and is as dangerous to society as the cholera microbe," Von Koren went on. "To drown him would be a service." "It does not do you credit to talk like that about your neighbour. Tell us: what do you hate him for?" "Don't talk nonsense, doctor.
The sound of a carriage interrupted the deacon's thoughts. He glanced out of the door and saw a carriage and in it three persons: Laevsky, Sheshkovsky, and the superintendent of the post-office. "Stop!" said Sheshkovsky. All three got out of the carriage and looked at one another. "They are not here yet," said Sheshkovsky, shaking the mud off. "Well?
To leap over it at one bound and not to do his lying piecemeal, he would have to bring himself to stern, uncompromising action; for instance, to getting up without saying a word, putting on his hat, and at once setting off without money and without explanation. But Laevsky felt that was impossible for him. "Friday, Friday . . ." he thought. "Friday. . . ."
"Don't get excited, but be reasonable," said the zoologist. "To shower benefits on Mr. Laevsky is, to my thinking, as senseless as to water weeds or to feed locusts." "To my thinking, it is our duty to help our neighbours!" cried Samoylenko. "In that case, help that hungry Turk who is lying under the fence! He is a workman and more useful and indispensable than your Laevsky.
And so an ingenious idea! it is not only he who is dissolute, false, and disgusting, but we . . . 'we men of the eighties, 'we the spiritless, nervous offspring of the serf-owning class'; 'civilisation has crippled us' . . . in fact, we are to understand that such a great man as Laevsky is great even in his fall: that his dissoluteness, his lack of culture and of moral purity, is a phenomenon of natural history, sanctified by inevitability; that the causes of it are world-wide, elemental; and that we ought to hang up a lamp before Laevsky, since he is the fated victim of the age, of influences, of heredity, and so on.
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