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"It's positively wearisome to listen to it." | Yegor Semyonitch | are saying!" sighed Yegor Semyonitch.<|quote|>"It's positively wearisome to listen to it."</|quote|>"Then don't listen." The presence | one?" "Goodness knows what you are saying!" sighed Yegor Semyonitch.<|quote|>"It's positively wearisome to listen to it."</|quote|>"Then don't listen." The presence of other people, especially Yegor | am just like every one else: I am--mediocrity; I am weary of life.... Oh, how cruelly you have treated me!... I saw hallucinations, but what harm did that do to any one? I ask, what harm did that do any one?" "Goodness knows what you are saying!" sighed Yegor Semyonitch.<|quote|>"It's positively wearisome to listen to ... | supervision, cowardly consternation at every mouthful, at every step--all this will reduce me at last to idiocy. I went out of my mind, I had megalomania; but then I was cheerful, confident, and even happy; I was interesting and original. Now I have become more sensible and stolid, but I am just like every one else: I ... | is time for you to have your milk," Tanya said to her husband. "No, it is not time yet ..." he said, sitting down on the bottom step. "Drink it yourself; I don't want it." Tanya exchanged a troubled glance with her father, and said in a guilty voice: "You notice yourself that milk does you good." "Yes, a great deal of ... | lost in thought, looking at the water. The sullen pines with their shaggy roots, which had seen him a year before so young, so joyful and confident, were not whispering now, but standing mute and motionless, as though they did not recognise him. And, indeed, his head was closely cropped, his beautiful long hair was gon... | empty, felt a sudden weakness in his arms and legs, was frightened, and began dressing. "It's nothing, Tanya; it's nothing," he muttered, shivering. "I really am not quite well ... it's time to admit that." "I have noticed it for a long time ... and father has noticed it," she said, trying to suppress her sobs. "You ta... | morning they put on his jacket and fur coat, wrapped him up in a shawl, and took him in a carriage to a doctor. VIII Summer had come again, and the doctor advised their going into the country. Kovrin had recovered; he had left off seeing the black monk, and he had only to get up his strength. Staying at his father-in-l... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) | morning they put on his jacket and fur coat, wrapped him up in a shawl, and took him in a carriage to a doctor. VIII Summer had come again, and the doctor advised their going into the country. Kovrin had recovered; he had left off seeing the black monk, and he had only to get up his strength. Staying at his father-in-l... | {
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"Then don't listen." | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | wearisome to listen to it."<|quote|>"Then don't listen."</|quote|>The presence of other people, | sighed Yegor Semyonitch. "It's positively wearisome to listen to it."<|quote|>"Then don't listen."</|quote|>The presence of other people, especially Yegor Semyonitch, irritated Kovrin | am--mediocrity; I am weary of life.... Oh, how cruelly you have treated me!... I saw hallucinations, but what harm did that do to any one? I ask, what harm did that do any one?" "Goodness knows what you are saying!" sighed Yegor Semyonitch. "It's positively wearisome to listen to it."<|quote|>"Then don't listen."</|quo... | every step--all this will reduce me at last to idiocy. I went out of my mind, I had megalomania; but then I was cheerful, confident, and even happy; I was interesting and original. Now I have become more sensible and stolid, but I am just like every one else: I am--mediocrity; I am weary of life.... Oh, how cruelly you... | milk," Tanya said to her husband. "No, it is not time yet ..." he said, sitting down on the bottom step. "Drink it yourself; I don't want it." Tanya exchanged a troubled glance with her father, and said in a guilty voice: "You notice yourself that milk does you good." "Yes, a great deal of good!" Kovrin laughed. "I con... | The sullen pines with their shaggy roots, which had seen him a year before so young, so joyful and confident, were not whispering now, but standing mute and motionless, as though they did not recognise him. And, indeed, his head was closely cropped, his beautiful long hair was gone, his step was lagging, his face was f... | arms and legs, was frightened, and began dressing. "It's nothing, Tanya; it's nothing," he muttered, shivering. "I really am not quite well ... it's time to admit that." "I have noticed it for a long time ... and father has noticed it," she said, trying to suppress her sobs. "You talk to yourself, smile somehow strange... | had only to get up his strength. Staying at his father-in-law's, he drank a great deal of milk, worked for only two hours out of the twenty-four, and neither smoked nor drank wine. On the evening before Elijah's Day they had an evening service in the house. When the deacon was handing the priest the censer the immense ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) | had only to get up his strength. Staying at his father-in-law's, he drank a great deal of milk, worked for only two hours out of the twenty-four, and neither smoked nor drank wine. On the evening before Elijah's Day they had an evening service in the house. When the deacon was handing the priest the censer the immense ... | {
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The presence of other people, especially Yegor Semyonitch, irritated Kovrin now; he answered him drily, coldly, and even rudely, never looked at him but with irony and hatred, while Yegor Semyonitch was overcome with confusion and cleared his throat guiltily, though he was not conscious of any fault in himself. At a lo... | No speaker | to it." "Then don't listen."<|quote|>The presence of other people, especially Yegor Semyonitch, irritated Kovrin now; he answered him drily, coldly, and even rudely, never looked at him but with irony and hatred, while Yegor Semyonitch was overcome with confusion and cleared his throat guiltily, though he was not consc... | "It's positively wearisome to listen to it." "Then don't listen."<|quote|>The presence of other people, especially Yegor Semyonitch, irritated Kovrin now; he answered him drily, coldly, and even rudely, never looked at him but with irony and hatred, while Yegor Semyonitch was overcome with confusion and cleared his thr... | weary of life.... Oh, how cruelly you have treated me!... I saw hallucinations, but what harm did that do to any one? I ask, what harm did that do any one?" "Goodness knows what you are saying!" sighed Yegor Semyonitch. "It's positively wearisome to listen to it." "Then don't listen."<|quote|>The presence of other peop... | will reduce me at last to idiocy. I went out of my mind, I had megalomania; but then I was cheerful, confident, and even happy; I was interesting and original. Now I have become more sensible and stolid, but I am just like every one else: I am--mediocrity; I am weary of life.... Oh, how cruelly you have treated me!... ... | to her husband. "No, it is not time yet ..." he said, sitting down on the bottom step. "Drink it yourself; I don't want it." Tanya exchanged a troubled glance with her father, and said in a guilty voice: "You notice yourself that milk does you good." "Yes, a great deal of good!" Kovrin laughed. "I congratulate you: I h... | with their shaggy roots, which had seen him a year before so young, so joyful and confident, were not whispering now, but standing mute and motionless, as though they did not recognise him. And, indeed, his head was closely cropped, his beautiful long hair was gone, his step was lagging, his face was fuller and paler t... | was frightened, and began dressing. "It's nothing, Tanya; it's nothing," he muttered, shivering. "I really am not quite well ... it's time to admit that." "I have noticed it for a long time ... and father has noticed it," she said, trying to suppress her sobs. "You talk to yourself, smile somehow strangely ... and can'... | there had been rye the oats stood, reaped, and lay in rows. The sun had set and there was a broad stretch of glowing red on the horizon, a sign of windy weather next day. It was still. Looking in the direction from which the year before the black monk had first appeared, Kovrin stood for twenty minutes, till the evenin... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) | there had been rye the oats stood, reaped, and lay in rows. The sun had set and there was a broad stretch of glowing red on the horizon, a sign of windy weather next day. It was still. Looking in the direction from which the year before the black monk had first appeared, Kovrin stood for twenty minutes, till the evenin... | {
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"How fortunate Buddha, Mahomed, and Shakespeare were that their kind relations and doctors did not cure them of their ecstasy and their inspiration," | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | not to think of it.<|quote|>"How fortunate Buddha, Mahomed, and Shakespeare were that their kind relations and doctors did not cure them of their ecstasy and their inspiration,"</|quote|>said Kovrin. "If Mahomed had | terrace she made an effort not to think of it.<|quote|>"How fortunate Buddha, Mahomed, and Shakespeare were that their kind relations and doctors did not cure them of their ecstasy and their inspiration,"</|quote|>said Kovrin. "If Mahomed had taken bromide for his nerves, | and was so worn out that on one occasion she lay in a dead faint from dinner-time till evening. During the service she thought her father was crying, and now while the three of them were sitting together on the terrace she made an effort not to think of it.<|quote|>"How fortunate Buddha, Mahomed, and Shakespeare were t... | their relations were growing worse and worse every day, that of late her father had begun to look much older, and her husband had grown irritable, capricious, quarrelsome and uninteresting. She could not laugh or sing; at dinner she ate nothing; did not sleep for nights together, expecting something awful, and was so w... | listen to it." "Then don't listen." The presence of other people, especially Yegor Semyonitch, irritated Kovrin now; he answered him drily, coldly, and even rudely, never looked at him but with irony and hatred, while Yegor Semyonitch was overcome with confusion and cleared his throat guiltily, though he was not consci... | to have your milk," Tanya said to her husband. "No, it is not time yet ..." he said, sitting down on the bottom step. "Drink it yourself; I don't want it." Tanya exchanged a troubled glance with her father, and said in a guilty voice: "You notice yourself that milk does you good." "Yes, a great deal of good!" Kovrin la... | much agitated to speak. He wanted to say to his father-in-law in a playful tone: "Congratulate me; it appears I have gone out of my mind" ; but he could only move his lips and smile bitterly. At nine o'clock in the morning they put on his jacket and fur coat, wrapped him up in a shawl, and took him in a carriage to a d... | The sullen pines with their shaggy roots, which had seen him a year before so young, so joyful and confident, were not whispering now, but standing mute and motionless, as though they did not recognise him. And, indeed, his head was closely cropped, his beautiful long hair was gone, his step was lagging, his face was f... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) | The sullen pines with their shaggy roots, which had seen him a year before so young, so joyful and confident, were not whispering now, but standing mute and motionless, as though they did not recognise him. And, indeed, his head was closely cropped, his beautiful long hair was gone, his step was lagging, his face was f... | {
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said Kovrin. | No speaker | their ecstasy and their inspiration,"<|quote|>said Kovrin.</|quote|>"If Mahomed had taken bromide | did not cure them of their ecstasy and their inspiration,"<|quote|>said Kovrin.</|quote|>"If Mahomed had taken bromide for his nerves, had worked | thought her father was crying, and now while the three of them were sitting together on the terrace she made an effort not to think of it. "How fortunate Buddha, Mahomed, and Shakespeare were that their kind relations and doctors did not cure them of their ecstasy and their inspiration,"<|quote|>said Kovrin.</|quote|>"... | had grown irritable, capricious, quarrelsome and uninteresting. She could not laugh or sing; at dinner she ate nothing; did not sleep for nights together, expecting something awful, and was so worn out that on one occasion she lay in a dead faint from dinner-time till evening. During the service she thought her father ... | even rudely, never looked at him but with irony and hatred, while Yegor Semyonitch was overcome with confusion and cleared his throat guiltily, though he was not conscious of any fault in himself. At a loss to understand why their charming and affectionate relations had changed so abruptly, Tanya huddled up to her fath... | step. "Drink it yourself; I don't want it." Tanya exchanged a troubled glance with her father, and said in a guilty voice: "You notice yourself that milk does you good." "Yes, a great deal of good!" Kovrin laughed. "I congratulate you: I have gained a pound in weight since Friday." He pressed his head tightly in his ha... | of my mind" ; but he could only move his lips and smile bitterly. At nine o'clock in the morning they put on his jacket and fur coat, wrapped him up in a shawl, and took him in a carriage to a doctor. VIII Summer had come again, and the doctor advised their going into the country. Kovrin had recovered; he had left off ... | broad stretch of glowing red on the horizon, a sign of windy weather next day. It was still. Looking in the direction from which the year before the black monk had first appeared, Kovrin stood for twenty minutes, till the evening glow had begun to fade.... When, listless and dissatisfied, he returned home the service w... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) | broad stretch of glowing red on the horizon, a sign of windy weather next day. It was still. Looking in the direction from which the year before the black monk had first appeared, Kovrin stood for twenty minutes, till the evening glow had begun to fade.... When, listless and dissatisfied, he returned home the service w... | {
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"If Mahomed had taken bromide for his nerves, had worked only two hours out of the twenty-four, and had drunk milk, that remarkable man would have left no more trace after him than his dog. Doctors and kind relations will succeed in stupefying mankind, in making mediocrity pass for genius and in bringing civilisation t... | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | and their inspiration," said Kovrin.<|quote|>"If Mahomed had taken bromide for his nerves, had worked only two hours out of the twenty-four, and had drunk milk, that remarkable man would have left no more trace after him than his dog. Doctors and kind relations will succeed in stupefying mankind, in making mediocrity p... | cure them of their ecstasy and their inspiration," said Kovrin.<|quote|>"If Mahomed had taken bromide for his nerves, had worked only two hours out of the twenty-four, and had drunk milk, that remarkable man would have left no more trace after him than his dog. Doctors and kind relations will succeed in stupefying mank... | father was crying, and now while the three of them were sitting together on the terrace she made an effort not to think of it. "How fortunate Buddha, Mahomed, and Shakespeare were that their kind relations and doctors did not cure them of their ecstasy and their inspiration," said Kovrin.<|quote|>"If Mahomed had taken ... | irritable, capricious, quarrelsome and uninteresting. She could not laugh or sing; at dinner she ate nothing; did not sleep for nights together, expecting something awful, and was so worn out that on one occasion she lay in a dead faint from dinner-time till evening. During the service she thought her father was crying... | never looked at him but with irony and hatred, while Yegor Semyonitch was overcome with confusion and cleared his throat guiltily, though he was not conscious of any fault in himself. At a loss to understand why their charming and affectionate relations had changed so abruptly, Tanya huddled up to her father and looked... | it yourself; I don't want it." Tanya exchanged a troubled glance with her father, and said in a guilty voice: "You notice yourself that milk does you good." "Yes, a great deal of good!" Kovrin laughed. "I congratulate you: I have gained a pound in weight since Friday." He pressed his head tightly in his hands and said ... | mind" ; but he could only move his lips and smile bitterly. At nine o'clock in the morning they put on his jacket and fur coat, wrapped him up in a shawl, and took him in a carriage to a doctor. VIII Summer had come again, and the doctor advised their going into the country. Kovrin had recovered; he had left off seeing... | Kovrin, ceased at once, and he concluded from their faces that their talk had been about him. "I believe it is time for you to have your milk," Tanya said to her husband. "No, it is not time yet ..." he said, sitting down on the bottom step. "Drink it yourself; I don't want it." Tanya exchanged a troubled glance with h... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) | Kovrin, ceased at once, and he concluded from their faces that their talk had been about him. "I believe it is time for you to have your milk," Tanya said to her husband. "No, it is not time yet ..." he said, sitting down on the bottom step. "Drink it yourself; I don't want it." Tanya exchanged a troubled glance with h... | {
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