"It will end sooner than you and your lover have planned! If you

must have the satisfaction of animal passion..."

"Alexey Alexandrovitch! I won't say it's not generous, but it's

not like a gentleman to strike anyone who's down."

"Yes, you only think of yourself! But the sufferings of a man

who was your husband have no interest for you. You don't care

that his whole life is ruined, that he is thuff...thuff..."

Alexey Alexandrovitch was speaking so quickly that he stammered,

and was utterly unable to articulate the word "suffering." In

the end he pronounced it "thuffering." She wanted to laugh, and

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was immediately ashamed that anything could amuse her at such a

moment. And for the first time, for an instant, she felt for

him, put herself in his place, and was sorry for him. But what

could she say or do? Her head sank, and she sat silent. He too

was silent for some time, and then began speaking in a frigid,

less shrill voice, emphasizing random words that had no

special significance.

"I came to tell you..." he said.

She glanced at him. "No, it was my fancy," she thought,

recalling the expression of his face when he stumbled over the

word "suffering." "No; can a man with those dull eyes, with that

self-satisfied complacency, feel anything?"

"I cannot change anything," she whispered.

"I have come to tell you that I am going tomorrow to Moscow, and

shall not return again to this house, and you will receive notice

of what I decide through the lawyer into whose hands I shall

intrust the task of getting a divorce. My son is going to my

sister's," said Alexey Alexandrovitch, with an effort recalling

what he had meant to say about his son.

"You take Seryozha to hurt me," she said, looking at him from

under her brows. "You do not love him.... Leave me Seryozha!"

"Yes, I have lost even my affection for my son, because he is

associated with the repulsion I feel for you. But still I

shall take him. Goodbye!"

And he was going away, but now she detained him.

"Alexey Alexandrovitch, leave me Seryozha!" she whispered once

more. "I have nothing else to say. Leave Seryozha till my...I

shall soon be confined; leave him!"

Alexey Alexandrovitch flew into a rage, and, snatching his hand

from her, he went out of the room without a word.




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