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Updated: June 2, 2025
He would pace a long time about his room, remembering it all and smiling; then his memories passed into dreams, and in his fancy the past was mingled with what was to come. Anna Sergeyevna did not visit him in dreams, but followed him about everywhere like a shadow and haunted him.
All the time the audience were coming in and taking their seats Gurov looked at them eagerly. Anna Sergeyevna, too, came in.
He walked up and down, and loathed the grey fence more and more, and by now he thought irritably that Anna Sergeyevna had forgotten him, and was perhaps already amusing herself with some one else, and that that was very natural in a young woman who had nothing to look at from morning till night but that confounded fence.
Yulia Sergeyevna went out, and after staying a little longer, Laptev said good-bye to the doctor and went home. When a man is dissatisfied and feels unhappy, how trivial seem to him the shapes of the lime-trees, the shadows, the clouds, all the beauties of nature, so complacent, so indifferent! By now the moon was high up in the sky, and the clouds were scudding quickly below.
She was crying from emotion, from the miserable consciousness that their life was so hard for them; they could only meet in secret, hiding themselves from people, like thieves! Was not their life shattered? "Come, do stop!" he said. It was evident to him that this love of theirs would not soon be over, that he could not see the end of it. Anna Sergeyevna grew more and more attached to him.
The words that parents use in such cases kept ringing in his ears: "It is true you don't love him, but think what good you could do!" The doctor was going out to see patients. Laptev would have gone with him, but Yulia Sergeyevna said: "I beg you to stay."
Yulia Sergeyevna asked Kostya. "Nothing to-day, but yesterday I saw the old Frenchman having his bath." At seven o'clock Yulia and Kostya went to the Little Theatre. Laptev was left with the little girls. "It's time your father was here," he said, looking at his watch. "The train must be late."
When they reached the station the friends got into a carriage, and all the way there Yartsev was singing and in raptures over the exquisite weather. The villa was in a great park not far from the station. At the beginning of an avenue, about twenty paces from the gates, Yulia Sergeyevna was sitting under a broad, spreading poplar, waiting for her guests.
Marya Sergeyevna, laughing, regaled us with our purchases, and I thought that she certainly had wonderful hair and that her smile was unlike any other woman's. I watched her, and I wanted to detect in every look and movement that she did not love her husband, and I fancied that I did see it. Dmitri Petrovitch was soon struggling with sleep.
Yulia Sergeyevna, very pale and tired, looking dejected, came into the dining-room to make tea it was one of her duties and poured out a glass for her father.
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