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Updated: June 2, 2025
Anna Sergeyevna and he loved each other like people very close and akin, like husband and wife, like tender friends; it seemed to them that fate itself had meant them for one another, and they could not understand why he had a wife and she a husband; and it was as though they were a pair of birds of passage, caught and forced to live in different cages.
On the landing above them two schoolboys were smoking and looking down, but that was nothing to Gurov; he drew Anna Sergeyevna to him, and began kissing her face, her cheeks, and her hands. "What are you doing, what are you doing!" she cried in horror, pushing him away. "We are mad.
"Let us drop that, Polina," he said in a voice of supplication. "All that you can say to me about my marriage I've said to myself many times already. Don't cause me unnecessary pain." Yulia Sergeyevna made her appearance, wearing a black dress with a big diamond brooch, which her father-in-law had sent her after the service.
She was not sure whether her husband had a post in a Crown Department or under the Provincial Council and was amused by her own ignorance. And Gurov learnt, too, that she was called Anna Sergeyevna. Afterwards he thought about her in his room at the hotel thought she would certainly meet him next day; it would be sure to happen.
Marya Sergeyevna was standing, as before, near the fireplace, with her hands behind her back, looking away and thinking of something. "Why does it make no difference to you?" I asked. "Because I am bored. You are only bored without your friend, but I am always bored. However . . . that is of no interest to you." I sat down to the piano and struck a few chords, waiting to hear what she would say.
I am afraid of every one, because I was born of a mother who was terrified, and because from a child I was beaten and frightened! . . . You and I will do well to have no children. Oh, God, grant that this distinguished merchant family may die with us!" Yulia Sergeyevna came into the study and sat down at the table. "Are you arguing about something here?" she asked. "Am I interrupting?"
But more than a month passed, real winter had come, and everything was still clear in his memory as though he had parted with Anna Sergeyevna only the day before. And his memories glowed more and more vividly.
Anna Sergeyevna made haste to go. "It's a good thing I am going away," she said to Gurov. "It's the finger of destiny!" She went by coach and he went with her. They were driving the whole day. When she had got into a compartment of the express, and when the second bell had rung, she said: "Let me look at you once more . . . look at you once again. That's right."
She began speaking sympathetically of the illness of his sister, Nina Fyodorovna. Two months before his sister had undergone an operation for cancer, and now every one was expecting a return of the disease. "I went to see her this morning," said Yulia Sergeyevna, "and it seemed to me that during the last week she has, not exactly grown thin, but has, as it were, faded." "Yes, yes," Laptev agreed.
In the holidays in December he prepared for a journey, and told his wife he was going to Petersburg to do something in the interests of a young friend and he set off for S . What for? He did not very well know himself. He wanted to see Anna Sergeyevna and to talk with her to arrange a meeting, if possible.
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