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Updated: June 20, 2025
How pleasant to lie motionless on the sofa and to know that one is alone in the room! Real happiness is impossible without solitude. The fallen angel betrayed God probably because he longed for solitude, of which the angels know nothing. Andrey Yefimitch wanted to think about what he had seen and heard during the last few days, but he could not get Mihail Averyanitch out of his head.
“This is impossible!” cried the small young man. “Mihail Makarovitch, Mihail Makarovitch, this won’t do!... I beg you’ll allow me to speak. I should never have expected such behavior from you....”
She takes her handkerchief out of her travelling-bag, and with it pulls out several letters, which fall from her lap to the floor. I pick them up, and on one of them I recognize the handwriting of Mihail Fyodorovitch and accidentally read a bit of a word "passionat..." "There is nothing I can tell you, Katya," I say. "Help me!" she sobs, clutching at my hand and kissing it.
The first was smiling with delight, and evidently could not forget that he had made a good bargain over his wool; what delighted him was not so much the actual profit he had made as the thought that on getting home he would gather round him his big family, wink slyly and go off into a chuckle; at first he would deceive them all, and say that he had sold the wool at a price below its value, then he would give his son-in-law, Mihail, a fat pocket-book and say: "Well, take it! that's the way to do business!"
He went on with his digging as though he had not noticed his successor. 'Mihail Andreitch, began the money-lender, 'allow me to ask what you are doing here? 'You can see I am digging myself a grave. 'Why are you doing so? 'Because I don't want to live any longer. The money-lender fairly threw up his hands in amazement. 'You don't want to live? Misha glanced menacingly at the money-lender.
Mihail Andreevitch! I was beginning, ... 'Is it you? 'Call me Misha, he interrupted me. 'Yes, it's I, ... I, in my own person.... I have come to Moscow ... to see the world ... and show myself. And here I am, come to see you. What do you say to my horses?... Eh? he laughed again. Though it was seven years since I had seen Misha last, I recognised him at once.
“I beg you most earnestly, dear Mihail Makarovitch, to restrain your feelings,” the prosecutor said in a rapid whisper to the old police captain, “or I shall be forced to resort to—” But the little lawyer did not allow him to finish.
You had better give in, for no human efforts can save you. So it seems to me." Meanwhile the public was crowding at the grating. That he might not be in their way, Andrey Yefimitch got up and began to take leave. Mihail Averyanitch made him promise on his honour once more, and escorted him to the outer door.
Half the questions usually asked by doctors of their patients can be left unanswered without the slightest ill effect on the health, but Mihail Sergeyitch, the medical student, and the artist all looked as though if Vassilyev failed to answer one question all would be lost. As he received answers, the doctor for some reason noted them down on a slip of paper.
Ratsch coming in and triumph again, malignant triumph, in his face and in his hands a page of the Invalid, and there the announcement of the death of the Captain of the Guards Mihail Koltovsky. What can I add? I remained alive, and went on living in Mr. Ratsch's house. He hated me as before more than before he had unmasked his black soul too much before me, he could not pardon me that.
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