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96,900 | laughed Tanya, | No speaker | I go back home." "Oh,"<|quote|>laughed Tanya,</|quote|>"you will forget about us | get on without you when I go back home." "Oh,"<|quote|>laughed Tanya,</|quote|>"you will forget about us in two days. We are | of you. Dear, delightful Tanya! I love you, and am used to loving you. To have you near me, to meet you a dozen times a day, has become a necessity of my existence; I don't know how I shall get on without you when I go back home." "Oh,"<|quote|>laughed Tanya,</|quote|>"you will forget about us in two days. We are humbl... | Dear Tanya, I am so glad, I am so glad!" He kissed both her hands ardently, and went on: "I have just passed through an exalted, wonderful, unearthly moment. But I can't tell you all about it or you would call me mad and not believe me. Let us talk of you. Dear, delightful Tanya! I love you, and am used to loving you. ... | taught to others, and decided that there was no exaggeration in the monk's words. Tanya came to meet him in the park: she was by now wearing a different dress. "Are you here?" she said. "And we have been looking and looking for you.... But what is the matter with you?" she asked in wonder, glancing at his radiant, ecst... | mind," said Kovrin. "It is as though you had seen and overheard my secret thoughts. But don't let us talk about me. What do you mean by 'eternal truth'?" The monk did not answer. Kovrin looked at him and could not distinguish his face. His features grew blurred and misty. Then the monk's head and arms disappeared; his ... | men. And the more there are like you on earth, the sooner will this future be realised. Without you who serve the higher principle and live in full understanding and freedom, mankind would be of little account; developing in a natural way, it would have to wait a long time for the end of its earthly history. You will l... | me. What do you mean by 'eternal truth'?" The monk did not answer. Kovrin looked at him and could not distinguish his face. His features grew blurred and misty. Then the monk's head and arms disappeared; his body seemed merged into the seat and the evening twilight, and he vanished altogether. "The hallucination is ove... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,901 | "you will forget about us in two days. We are humble people and you are a great man." | Tanya Pesotsky | back home." "Oh," laughed Tanya,<|quote|>"you will forget about us in two days. We are humble people and you are a great man."</|quote|>"No; let us talk in | without you when I go back home." "Oh," laughed Tanya,<|quote|>"you will forget about us in two days. We are humble people and you are a great man."</|quote|>"No; let us talk in earnest!" he said. "I shall | Dear, delightful Tanya! I love you, and am used to loving you. To have you near me, to meet you a dozen times a day, has become a necessity of my existence; I don't know how I shall get on without you when I go back home." "Oh," laughed Tanya,<|quote|>"you will forget about us in two days. We are humble people and you ... | I am so glad, I am so glad!" He kissed both her hands ardently, and went on: "I have just passed through an exalted, wonderful, unearthly moment. But I can't tell you all about it or you would call me mad and not believe me. Let us talk of you. Dear, delightful Tanya! I love you, and am used to loving you. To have you ... | others, and decided that there was no exaggeration in the monk's words. Tanya came to meet him in the park: she was by now wearing a different dress. "Are you here?" she said. "And we have been looking and looking for you.... But what is the matter with you?" she asked in wonder, glancing at his radiant, ecstatic face ... | Kovrin. "It is as though you had seen and overheard my secret thoughts. But don't let us talk about me. What do you mean by 'eternal truth'?" The monk did not answer. Kovrin looked at him and could not distinguish his face. His features grew blurred and misty. Then the monk's head and arms disappeared; his body seemed ... | the more there are like you on earth, the sooner will this future be realised. Without you who serve the higher principle and live in full understanding and freedom, mankind would be of little account; developing in a natural way, it would have to wait a long time for the end of its earthly history. You will lead it so... | he remembered what he had learned himself and what he had taught to others, and decided that there was no exaggeration in the monk's words. Tanya came to meet him in the park: she was by now wearing a different dress. "Are you here?" she said. "And we have been looking and looking for you.... But what is the matter wit... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,902 | "No; let us talk in earnest!" | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | you are a great man."<|quote|>"No; let us talk in earnest!"</|quote|>he said. "I shall take | We are humble people and you are a great man."<|quote|>"No; let us talk in earnest!"</|quote|>he said. "I shall take you with me, Tanya. Yes? | meet you a dozen times a day, has become a necessity of my existence; I don't know how I shall get on without you when I go back home." "Oh," laughed Tanya, "you will forget about us in two days. We are humble people and you are a great man."<|quote|>"No; let us talk in earnest!"</|quote|>he said. "I shall take you wit... | have just passed through an exalted, wonderful, unearthly moment. But I can't tell you all about it or you would call me mad and not believe me. Let us talk of you. Dear, delightful Tanya! I love you, and am used to loving you. To have you near me, to meet you a dozen times a day, has become a necessity of my existence... | the park: she was by now wearing a different dress. "Are you here?" she said. "And we have been looking and looking for you.... But what is the matter with you?" she asked in wonder, glancing at his radiant, ecstatic face and eyes full of tears. "How strange you are, Andryusha!" "I am pleased, Tanya," said Kovrin, layi... | about me. What do you mean by 'eternal truth'?" The monk did not answer. Kovrin looked at him and could not distinguish his face. His features grew blurred and misty. Then the monk's head and arms disappeared; his body seemed merged into the seat and the evening twilight, and he vanished altogether. "The hallucination ... | serve the higher principle and live in full understanding and freedom, mankind would be of little account; developing in a natural way, it would have to wait a long time for the end of its earthly history. You will lead it some thousands of years earlier into the kingdom of eternal truth--and therein lies your supreme ... | "The Romans used to say: _Mens sana in corpore sano._" "Not everything the Greeks and the Romans said is true. Exaltation, enthusiasm, ecstasy--all that distinguishes prophets, poets, martyrs for the idea, from the common folk--is repellent to the animal side of man--that is, his physical health. I repeat, if you want ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,903 | he said. | No speaker | let us talk in earnest!"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I shall take you with | are a great man." "No; let us talk in earnest!"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I shall take you with me, Tanya. Yes? Will you | day, has become a necessity of my existence; I don't know how I shall get on without you when I go back home." "Oh," laughed Tanya, "you will forget about us in two days. We are humble people and you are a great man." "No; let us talk in earnest!"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I shall take you with me, Tanya. Yes? Will yo... | wonderful, unearthly moment. But I can't tell you all about it or you would call me mad and not believe me. Let us talk of you. Dear, delightful Tanya! I love you, and am used to loving you. To have you near me, to meet you a dozen times a day, has become a necessity of my existence; I don't know how I shall get on wit... | wearing a different dress. "Are you here?" she said. "And we have been looking and looking for you.... But what is the matter with you?" she asked in wonder, glancing at his radiant, ecstatic face and eyes full of tears. "How strange you are, Andryusha!" "I am pleased, Tanya," said Kovrin, laying his hand on her should... | by 'eternal truth'?" The monk did not answer. Kovrin looked at him and could not distinguish his face. His features grew blurred and misty. Then the monk's head and arms disappeared; his body seemed merged into the seat and the evening twilight, and he vanished altogether. "The hallucination is over," said Kovrin; and ... | in full understanding and freedom, mankind would be of little account; developing in a natural way, it would have to wait a long time for the end of its earthly history. You will lead it some thousands of years earlier into the kingdom of eternal truth--and therein lies your supreme service. You are the incarnation of ... | of God some thousands of years sooner--that is, to free men from some thousands of years of unnecessary struggle, sin, and suffering; to sacrifice to the idea everything--youth, strength, health; to be ready to die for the common weal--what an exalted, what a happy lot! He recalled his past--pure, chaste, laborious; he... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,904 | "I shall take you with me, Tanya. Yes? Will you come with me? Will you be mine?" | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | talk in earnest!" he said.<|quote|>"I shall take you with me, Tanya. Yes? Will you come with me? Will you be mine?"</|quote|>"Come," said Tanya, and tried | great man." "No; let us talk in earnest!" he said.<|quote|>"I shall take you with me, Tanya. Yes? Will you come with me? Will you be mine?"</|quote|>"Come," said Tanya, and tried to laugh again, but the | become a necessity of my existence; I don't know how I shall get on without you when I go back home." "Oh," laughed Tanya, "you will forget about us in two days. We are humble people and you are a great man." "No; let us talk in earnest!" he said.<|quote|>"I shall take you with me, Tanya. Yes? Will you come with me? Wi... | moment. But I can't tell you all about it or you would call me mad and not believe me. Let us talk of you. Dear, delightful Tanya! I love you, and am used to loving you. To have you near me, to meet you a dozen times a day, has become a necessity of my existence; I don't know how I shall get on without you when I go ba... | different dress. "Are you here?" she said. "And we have been looking and looking for you.... But what is the matter with you?" she asked in wonder, glancing at his radiant, ecstatic face and eyes full of tears. "How strange you are, Andryusha!" "I am pleased, Tanya," said Kovrin, laying his hand on her shoulders. "I am... | truth'?" The monk did not answer. Kovrin looked at him and could not distinguish his face. His features grew blurred and misty. Then the monk's head and arms disappeared; his body seemed merged into the seat and the evening twilight, and he vanished altogether. "The hallucination is over," said Kovrin; and he laughed. ... | understanding and freedom, mankind would be of little account; developing in a natural way, it would have to wait a long time for the end of its earthly history. You will lead it some thousands of years earlier into the kingdom of eternal truth--and therein lies your supreme service. You are the incarnation of the bles... | him and could not distinguish his face. His features grew blurred and misty. Then the monk's head and arms disappeared; his body seemed merged into the seat and the evening twilight, and he vanished altogether. "The hallucination is over," said Kovrin; and he laughed. "It's a pity." He went back to the house, light-hea... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,905 | "Come," | Tanya Pesotsky | me? Will you be mine?"<|quote|>"Come,"</|quote|>said Tanya, and tried to | Yes? Will you come with me? Will you be mine?"<|quote|>"Come,"</|quote|>said Tanya, and tried to laugh again, but the laugh | I go back home." "Oh," laughed Tanya, "you will forget about us in two days. We are humble people and you are a great man." "No; let us talk in earnest!" he said. "I shall take you with me, Tanya. Yes? Will you come with me? Will you be mine?"<|quote|>"Come,"</|quote|>said Tanya, and tried to laugh again, but the laugh... | believe me. Let us talk of you. Dear, delightful Tanya! I love you, and am used to loving you. To have you near me, to meet you a dozen times a day, has become a necessity of my existence; I don't know how I shall get on without you when I go back home." "Oh," laughed Tanya, "you will forget about us in two days. We ar... | what is the matter with you?" she asked in wonder, glancing at his radiant, ecstatic face and eyes full of tears. "How strange you are, Andryusha!" "I am pleased, Tanya," said Kovrin, laying his hand on her shoulders. "I am more than pleased: I am happy. Tanya, darling Tanya, you are an extraordinary, nice creature. De... | features grew blurred and misty. Then the monk's head and arms disappeared; his body seemed merged into the seat and the evening twilight, and he vanished altogether. "The hallucination is over," said Kovrin; and he laughed. "It's a pity." He went back to the house, light-hearted and happy. The little the monk had said... | to wait a long time for the end of its earthly history. You will lead it some thousands of years earlier into the kingdom of eternal truth--and therein lies your supreme service. You are the incarnation of the blessing of God, which rests upon men." "And what is the object of eternal life?" asked Kovrin. "As of all lif... | His features grew blurred and misty. Then the monk's head and arms disappeared; his body seemed merged into the seat and the evening twilight, and he vanished altogether. "The hallucination is over," said Kovrin; and he laughed. "It's a pity." He went back to the house, light-hearted and happy. The little the monk had ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,906 | said Tanya, and tried to laugh again, but the laugh would not come, and patches of colour came into her face. She began breathing quickly and walked very quickly, but not to the house, but further into the park. | No speaker | Will you be mine?" "Come,"<|quote|>said Tanya, and tried to laugh again, but the laugh would not come, and patches of colour came into her face. She began breathing quickly and walked very quickly, but not to the house, but further into the park.</|quote|>"I was not thinking of | Will you come with me? Will you be mine?" "Come,"<|quote|>said Tanya, and tried to laugh again, but the laugh would not come, and patches of colour came into her face. She began breathing quickly and walked very quickly, but not to the house, but further into the park.</|quote|>"I was not thinking of it ... I was not | go back home." "Oh," laughed Tanya, "you will forget about us in two days. We are humble people and you are a great man." "No; let us talk in earnest!" he said. "I shall take you with me, Tanya. Yes? Will you come with me? Will you be mine?" "Come,"<|quote|>said Tanya, and tried to laugh again, but the laugh would not ... | me. Let us talk of you. Dear, delightful Tanya! I love you, and am used to loving you. To have you near me, to meet you a dozen times a day, has become a necessity of my existence; I don't know how I shall get on without you when I go back home." "Oh," laughed Tanya, "you will forget about us in two days. We are humble... | is the matter with you?" she asked in wonder, glancing at his radiant, ecstatic face and eyes full of tears. "How strange you are, Andryusha!" "I am pleased, Tanya," said Kovrin, laying his hand on her shoulders. "I am more than pleased: I am happy. Tanya, darling Tanya, you are an extraordinary, nice creature. Dear Ta... | grew blurred and misty. Then the monk's head and arms disappeared; his body seemed merged into the seat and the evening twilight, and he vanished altogether. "The hallucination is over," said Kovrin; and he laughed. "It's a pity." He went back to the house, light-hearted and happy. The little the monk had said to him h... | wait a long time for the end of its earthly history. You will lead it some thousands of years earlier into the kingdom of eternal truth--and therein lies your supreme service. You are the incarnation of the blessing of God, which rests upon men." "And what is the object of eternal life?" asked Kovrin. "As of all life--... | His features grew blurred and misty. Then the monk's head and arms disappeared; his body seemed merged into the seat and the evening twilight, and he vanished altogether. "The hallucination is over," said Kovrin; and he laughed. "It's a pity." He went back to the house, light-hearted and happy. The little the monk had ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,907 | "I was not thinking of it ... I was not thinking of it," | Tanya Pesotsky | but further into the park.<|quote|>"I was not thinking of it ... I was not thinking of it,"</|quote|>she said, wringing her hands | but not to the house, but further into the park.<|quote|>"I was not thinking of it ... I was not thinking of it,"</|quote|>she said, wringing her hands in despair. And Kovrin followed | Yes? Will you come with me? Will you be mine?" "Come," said Tanya, and tried to laugh again, but the laugh would not come, and patches of colour came into her face. She began breathing quickly and walked very quickly, but not to the house, but further into the park.<|quote|>"I was not thinking of it ... I was not think... | don't know how I shall get on without you when I go back home." "Oh," laughed Tanya, "you will forget about us in two days. We are humble people and you are a great man." "No; let us talk in earnest!" he said. "I shall take you with me, Tanya. Yes? Will you come with me? Will you be mine?" "Come," said Tanya, and tried... | more than pleased: I am happy. Tanya, darling Tanya, you are an extraordinary, nice creature. Dear Tanya, I am so glad, I am so glad!" He kissed both her hands ardently, and went on: "I have just passed through an exalted, wonderful, unearthly moment. But I can't tell you all about it or you would call me mad and not b... | went back to the house, light-hearted and happy. The little the monk had said to him had flattered, not his vanity, but his whole soul, his whole being. To be one of the chosen, to serve eternal truth, to stand in the ranks of those who could make mankind worthy of the kingdom of God some thousands of years sooner--tha... | God, which rests upon men." "And what is the object of eternal life?" asked Kovrin. "As of all life--enjoyment. True enjoyment lies in knowledge, and eternal life provides innumerable and inexhaustible sources of knowledge, and in that sense it has been said: 'In My Father's house there are many mansions.'" "If only yo... | you mean by 'eternal truth'?" The monk did not answer. Kovrin looked at him and could not distinguish his face. His features grew blurred and misty. Then the monk's head and arms disappeared; his body seemed merged into the seat and the evening twilight, and he vanished altogether. "The hallucination is over," said Kov... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,908 | she said, wringing her hands in despair. And Kovrin followed her and went on talking, with the same radiant, enthusiastic face: | No speaker | was not thinking of it,"<|quote|>she said, wringing her hands in despair. And Kovrin followed her and went on talking, with the same radiant, enthusiastic face:</|quote|>"I want a love that | thinking of it ... I was not thinking of it,"<|quote|>she said, wringing her hands in despair. And Kovrin followed her and went on talking, with the same radiant, enthusiastic face:</|quote|>"I want a love that will dominate me altogether; and | and tried to laugh again, but the laugh would not come, and patches of colour came into her face. She began breathing quickly and walked very quickly, but not to the house, but further into the park. "I was not thinking of it ... I was not thinking of it,"<|quote|>she said, wringing her hands in despair. And Kovrin fol... | home." "Oh," laughed Tanya, "you will forget about us in two days. We are humble people and you are a great man." "No; let us talk in earnest!" he said. "I shall take you with me, Tanya. Yes? Will you come with me? Will you be mine?" "Come," said Tanya, and tried to laugh again, but the laugh would not come, and patche... | nice creature. Dear Tanya, I am so glad, I am so glad!" He kissed both her hands ardently, and went on: "I have just passed through an exalted, wonderful, unearthly moment. But I can't tell you all about it or you would call me mad and not believe me. Let us talk of you. Dear, delightful Tanya! I love you, and am used ... | said to him had flattered, not his vanity, but his whole soul, his whole being. To be one of the chosen, to serve eternal truth, to stand in the ranks of those who could make mankind worthy of the kingdom of God some thousands of years sooner--that is, to free men from some thousands of years of unnecessary struggle, s... | asked Kovrin. "As of all life--enjoyment. True enjoyment lies in knowledge, and eternal life provides innumerable and inexhaustible sources of knowledge, and in that sense it has been said: 'In My Father's house there are many mansions.'" "If only you knew how pleasant it is to hear you!" said Kovrin, rubbing his hands... | age, nervous exhaustion and degeneracy, et cetera, can only seriously agitate those who place the object of life in the present--that is, the common herd." "The Romans used to say: _Mens sana in corpore sano._" "Not everything the Greeks and the Romans said is true. Exaltation, enthusiasm, ecstasy--all that distinguish... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,909 | "I want a love that will dominate me altogether; and that love only you, Tanya, can give me. I am happy! I am happy!" | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | the same radiant, enthusiastic face:<|quote|>"I want a love that will dominate me altogether; and that love only you, Tanya, can give me. I am happy! I am happy!"</|quote|>She was overwhelmed, and huddling | and went on talking, with the same radiant, enthusiastic face:<|quote|>"I want a love that will dominate me altogether; and that love only you, Tanya, can give me. I am happy! I am happy!"</|quote|>She was overwhelmed, and huddling and shrinking together, seemed ten | breathing quickly and walked very quickly, but not to the house, but further into the park. "I was not thinking of it ... I was not thinking of it," she said, wringing her hands in despair. And Kovrin followed her and went on talking, with the same radiant, enthusiastic face:<|quote|>"I want a love that will dominate m... | man." "No; let us talk in earnest!" he said. "I shall take you with me, Tanya. Yes? Will you come with me? Will you be mine?" "Come," said Tanya, and tried to laugh again, but the laugh would not come, and patches of colour came into her face. She began breathing quickly and walked very quickly, but not to the house, b... | "I have just passed through an exalted, wonderful, unearthly moment. But I can't tell you all about it or you would call me mad and not believe me. Let us talk of you. Dear, delightful Tanya! I love you, and am used to loving you. To have you near me, to meet you a dozen times a day, has become a necessity of my existe... | to serve eternal truth, to stand in the ranks of those who could make mankind worthy of the kingdom of God some thousands of years sooner--that is, to free men from some thousands of years of unnecessary struggle, sin, and suffering; to sacrifice to the idea everything--youth, strength, health; to be ready to die for t... | and in that sense it has been said: 'In My Father's house there are many mansions.'" "If only you knew how pleasant it is to hear you!" said Kovrin, rubbing his hands with satisfaction. "I am very glad." "But I know that when you go away I shall be worried by the question of your reality. You are a phantom, an hallucin... | folk--is repellent to the animal side of man--that is, his physical health. I repeat, if you want to be healthy and normal, go to the common herd." "Strange that you repeat what often comes into my mind," said Kovrin. "It is as though you had seen and overheard my secret thoughts. But don't let us talk about me. What d... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,910 | She was overwhelmed, and huddling and shrinking together, seemed ten years older all at once, while he thought her beautiful and expressed his rapture aloud: | No speaker | am happy! I am happy!"<|quote|>She was overwhelmed, and huddling and shrinking together, seemed ten years older all at once, while he thought her beautiful and expressed his rapture aloud:</|quote|>"How lovely she is!" VI | Tanya, can give me. I am happy! I am happy!"<|quote|>She was overwhelmed, and huddling and shrinking together, seemed ten years older all at once, while he thought her beautiful and expressed his rapture aloud:</|quote|>"How lovely she is!" VI Learning from Kovrin that not | was not thinking of it," she said, wringing her hands in despair. And Kovrin followed her and went on talking, with the same radiant, enthusiastic face: "I want a love that will dominate me altogether; and that love only you, Tanya, can give me. I am happy! I am happy!"<|quote|>She was overwhelmed, and huddling and shr... | be mine?" "Come," said Tanya, and tried to laugh again, but the laugh would not come, and patches of colour came into her face. She began breathing quickly and walked very quickly, but not to the house, but further into the park. "I was not thinking of it ... I was not thinking of it," she said, wringing her hands in d... | and not believe me. Let us talk of you. Dear, delightful Tanya! I love you, and am used to loving you. To have you near me, to meet you a dozen times a day, has become a necessity of my existence; I don't know how I shall get on without you when I go back home." "Oh," laughed Tanya, "you will forget about us in two day... | years sooner--that is, to free men from some thousands of years of unnecessary struggle, sin, and suffering; to sacrifice to the idea everything--youth, strength, health; to be ready to die for the common weal--what an exalted, what a happy lot! He recalled his past--pure, chaste, laborious; he remembered what he had l... | to hear you!" said Kovrin, rubbing his hands with satisfaction. "I am very glad." "But I know that when you go away I shall be worried by the question of your reality. You are a phantom, an hallucination. So I am mentally deranged, not normal?" "What if you are? Why trouble yourself? You are ill because you have overwo... | pleased: I am happy. Tanya, darling Tanya, you are an extraordinary, nice creature. Dear Tanya, I am so glad, I am so glad!" He kissed both her hands ardently, and went on: "I have just passed through an exalted, wonderful, unearthly moment. But I can't tell you all about it or you would call me mad and not believe me.... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,911 | "How lovely she is!" | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | and expressed his rapture aloud:<|quote|>"How lovely she is!"</|quote|>VI Learning from Kovrin that | while he thought her beautiful and expressed his rapture aloud:<|quote|>"How lovely she is!"</|quote|>VI Learning from Kovrin that not only a romance had | face: "I want a love that will dominate me altogether; and that love only you, Tanya, can give me. I am happy! I am happy!" She was overwhelmed, and huddling and shrinking together, seemed ten years older all at once, while he thought her beautiful and expressed his rapture aloud:<|quote|>"How lovely she is!"</|quote|>... | began breathing quickly and walked very quickly, but not to the house, but further into the park. "I was not thinking of it ... I was not thinking of it," she said, wringing her hands in despair. And Kovrin followed her and went on talking, with the same radiant, enthusiastic face: "I want a love that will dominate me ... | me, to meet you a dozen times a day, has become a necessity of my existence; I don't know how I shall get on without you when I go back home." "Oh," laughed Tanya, "you will forget about us in two days. We are humble people and you are a great man." "No; let us talk in earnest!" he said. "I shall take you with me, Tany... | to be ready to die for the common weal--what an exalted, what a happy lot! He recalled his past--pure, chaste, laborious; he remembered what he had learned himself and what he had taught to others, and decided that there was no exaggeration in the monk's words. Tanya came to meet him in the park: she was by now wearing... | worried by the question of your reality. You are a phantom, an hallucination. So I am mentally deranged, not normal?" "What if you are? Why trouble yourself? You are ill because you have overworked and exhausted yourself, and that means that you have sacrificed your health to the idea, and the time is near at hand when... | "I have just passed through an exalted, wonderful, unearthly moment. But I can't tell you all about it or you would call me mad and not believe me. Let us talk of you. Dear, delightful Tanya! I love you, and am used to loving you. To have you near me, to meet you a dozen times a day, has become a necessity of my existe... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,912 | VI Learning from Kovrin that not only a romance had been got up, but that there would even be a wedding, Yegor Semyonitch spent a long time in pacing from one corner of the room to the other, trying to conceal his agitation. His hands began trembling, his neck swelled and turned purple, he ordered his racing droshky an... | No speaker | aloud: "How lovely she is!"<|quote|>VI Learning from Kovrin that not only a romance had been got up, but that there would even be a wedding, Yegor Semyonitch spent a long time in pacing from one corner of the room to the other, trying to conceal his agitation. His hands began trembling, his neck swelled and turned purp... | beautiful and expressed his rapture aloud: "How lovely she is!"<|quote|>VI Learning from Kovrin that not only a romance had been got up, but that there would even be a wedding, Yegor Semyonitch spent a long time in pacing from one corner of the room to the other, trying to conceal his agitation. His hands began trembli... | love that will dominate me altogether; and that love only you, Tanya, can give me. I am happy! I am happy!" She was overwhelmed, and huddling and shrinking together, seemed ten years older all at once, while he thought her beautiful and expressed his rapture aloud: "How lovely she is!"<|quote|>VI Learning from Kovrin t... | walked very quickly, but not to the house, but further into the park. "I was not thinking of it ... I was not thinking of it," she said, wringing her hands in despair. And Kovrin followed her and went on talking, with the same radiant, enthusiastic face: "I want a love that will dominate me altogether; and that love on... | a dozen times a day, has become a necessity of my existence; I don't know how I shall get on without you when I go back home." "Oh," laughed Tanya, "you will forget about us in two days. We are humble people and you are a great man." "No; let us talk in earnest!" he said. "I shall take you with me, Tanya. Yes? Will you... | die for the common weal--what an exalted, what a happy lot! He recalled his past--pure, chaste, laborious; he remembered what he had learned himself and what he had taught to others, and decided that there was no exaggeration in the monk's words. Tanya came to meet him in the park: she was by now wearing a different dr... | of your reality. You are a phantom, an hallucination. So I am mentally deranged, not normal?" "What if you are? Why trouble yourself? You are ill because you have overworked and exhausted yourself, and that means that you have sacrificed your health to the idea, and the time is near at hand when you will give up life i... | wonder, glancing at his radiant, ecstatic face and eyes full of tears. "How strange you are, Andryusha!" "I am pleased, Tanya," said Kovrin, laying his hand on her shoulders. "I am more than pleased: I am happy. Tanya, darling Tanya, you are an extraordinary, nice creature. Dear Tanya, I am so glad, I am so glad!" He k... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,913 | "Say what you like, there is a great deal in blood. His mother was a wonderful woman, most high-minded and intelligent. It was a pleasure to look at her good, candid, pure face; it was like the face of an angel. She drew splendidly, wrote verses, spoke five foreign languages, sang.... Poor thing! she died of consumptio... | Yegor Semyonitch | the shoulder, and begin muttering:<|quote|>"Say what you like, there is a great deal in blood. His mother was a wonderful woman, most high-minded and intelligent. It was a pleasure to look at her good, candid, pure face; it was like the face of an angel. She drew splendidly, wrote verses, spoke five foreign languages, ... | word, touch the gardener on the shoulder, and begin muttering:<|quote|>"Say what you like, there is a great deal in blood. His mother was a wonderful woman, most high-minded and intelligent. It was a pleasure to look at her good, candid, pure face; it was like the face of an angel. She drew splendidly, wrote verses, sp... | moved to indignation, and clutched his head in despair when he heard of some irregularity from Ivan Karlovitch the gardener; and another--not the real one--who seemed as though he were half drunk, would interrupt a business conversation at half a word, touch the gardener on the shoulder, and begin muttering:<|quote|>"S... | same with Yegor Semyonitch. He worked from morning till night, was always in a hurry, was irritable, and flew into rages, but all of this was in a sort of spellbound dream. It seemed as though there were two men in him: one was the real Yegor Semyonitch, who was moved to indignation, and clutched his head in despair wh... | bitterly for several hours. When there were visitors, she would suddenly fancy that Kovrin looked extraordinarily handsome, and that all the women were in love with him and envying her, and her soul was filled with pride and rapture, as though she had vanquished the whole world; but he had only to smile politely at any... | trousseau, to which the Pesotskys attached a good deal of importance. Every one's head was in a whirl from the snipping of the scissors, the rattle of the sewing-machine, the smell of hot irons, and the caprices of the dressmaker, a huffy and nervous lady. And, as ill-luck would have it, visitors came every day, who ha... | tried to laugh again, but the laugh would not come, and patches of colour came into her face. She began breathing quickly and walked very quickly, but not to the house, but further into the park. "I was not thinking of it ... I was not thinking of it," she said, wringing her hands in despair. And Kovrin followed her an... | day, who had to be entertained, fed, and even put up for the night. But all this hard labour passed unnoticed as though in a fog. Tanya felt that love and happiness had taken her unawares, though she had, since she was fourteen, for some reason been convinced that Kovrin would marry her and no one else. She was bewilde... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,914 | The unreal Yegor Semyonitch sighed, and after a pause went on: | No speaker | Kingdom of Heaven be hers."<|quote|>The unreal Yegor Semyonitch sighed, and after a pause went on:</|quote|>"When he was a boy | she died of consumption. The Kingdom of Heaven be hers."<|quote|>The unreal Yegor Semyonitch sighed, and after a pause went on:</|quote|>"When he was a boy and growing up in my | was a wonderful woman, most high-minded and intelligent. It was a pleasure to look at her good, candid, pure face; it was like the face of an angel. She drew splendidly, wrote verses, spoke five foreign languages, sang.... Poor thing! she died of consumption. The Kingdom of Heaven be hers."<|quote|>The unreal Yegor Sem... | some irregularity from Ivan Karlovitch the gardener; and another--not the real one--who seemed as though he were half drunk, would interrupt a business conversation at half a word, touch the gardener on the shoulder, and begin muttering: "Say what you like, there is a great deal in blood. His mother was a wonderful wom... | with jealousy, to retreat to her room--and tears again. These new sensations mastered her completely; she helped her father mechanically, without noticing peaches, caterpillars or labourers, or how rapidly the time was passing. It was almost the same with Yegor Semyonitch. He worked from morning till night, was always ... | put up for the night. But all this hard labour passed unnoticed as though in a fog. Tanya felt that love and happiness had taken her unawares, though she had, since she was fourteen, for some reason been convinced that Kovrin would marry her and no one else. She was bewildered, could not grasp it, could not believe her... | talking, with the same radiant, enthusiastic face: "I want a love that will dominate me altogether; and that love only you, Tanya, can give me. I am happy! I am happy!" She was overwhelmed, and huddling and shrinking together, seemed ten years older all at once, while he thought her beautiful and expressed his rapture ... | even Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya squashed with their fingers. In spite of all that, they had already to book autumn orders for fruit and trees, and to carry on a great deal of correspondence. And at the very busiest time, when no one seemed to have a free moment, the work of the fields carried off more than half their l... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,915 | "When he was a boy and growing up in my house, he had the same angelic face, good and candid. The way he looks and talks and moves is as soft and elegant as his mother's. And his intellect! We were always struck with his intelligence. To be sure, it's not for nothing he's a Master of Arts! It's not for nothing! And wai... | Yegor Semyonitch | after a pause went on:<|quote|>"When he was a boy and growing up in my house, he had the same angelic face, good and candid. The way he looks and talks and moves is as soft and elegant as his mother's. And his intellect! We were always struck with his intelligence. To be sure, it's not for nothing he's a Master of Arts... | unreal Yegor Semyonitch sighed, and after a pause went on:<|quote|>"When he was a boy and growing up in my house, he had the same angelic face, good and candid. The way he looks and talks and moves is as soft and elegant as his mother's. And his intellect! We were always struck with his intelligence. To be sure, it's n... | pleasure to look at her good, candid, pure face; it was like the face of an angel. She drew splendidly, wrote verses, spoke five foreign languages, sang.... Poor thing! she died of consumption. The Kingdom of Heaven be hers." The unreal Yegor Semyonitch sighed, and after a pause went on:<|quote|>"When he was a boy and ... | one--who seemed as though he were half drunk, would interrupt a business conversation at half a word, touch the gardener on the shoulder, and begin muttering: "Say what you like, there is a great deal in blood. His mother was a wonderful woman, most high-minded and intelligent. It was a pleasure to look at her good, ca... | sensations mastered her completely; she helped her father mechanically, without noticing peaches, caterpillars or labourers, or how rapidly the time was passing. It was almost the same with Yegor Semyonitch. He worked from morning till night, was always in a hurry, was irritable, and flew into rages, but all of this wa... | unnoticed as though in a fog. Tanya felt that love and happiness had taken her unawares, though she had, since she was fourteen, for some reason been convinced that Kovrin would marry her and no one else. She was bewildered, could not grasp it, could not believe herself.... At one minute such joy would swoop down upon ... | that will dominate me altogether; and that love only you, Tanya, can give me. I am happy! I am happy!" She was overwhelmed, and huddling and shrinking together, seemed ten years older all at once, while he thought her beautiful and expressed his rapture aloud: "How lovely she is!" VI Learning from Kovrin that not only ... | half their labourers from the garden. Yegor Semyonitch, sunburnt, exhausted, ill-humoured, galloped from the fields to the garden and back again; cried that he was being torn to pieces, and that he should put a bullet through his brains. Then came the fuss and worry of the trousseau, to which the Pesotskys attached a g... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,916 | But at this point the real Yegor Semyonitch, suddenly coming to himself, would make a terrible face, would clutch his head and cry: | No speaker | will be far above us!"<|quote|>But at this point the real Yegor Semyonitch, suddenly coming to himself, would make a terrible face, would clutch his head and cry:</|quote|>"The devils! They have spoilt | in ten years' time? He will be far above us!"<|quote|>But at this point the real Yegor Semyonitch, suddenly coming to himself, would make a terrible face, would clutch his head and cry:</|quote|>"The devils! They have spoilt everything! They have ruined everything! | elegant as his mother's. And his intellect! We were always struck with his intelligence. To be sure, it's not for nothing he's a Master of Arts! It's not for nothing! And wait a bit, Ivan Karlovitch, what will he be in ten years' time? He will be far above us!"<|quote|>But at this point the real Yegor Semyonitch, sudde... | consumption. The Kingdom of Heaven be hers." The unreal Yegor Semyonitch sighed, and after a pause went on: "When he was a boy and growing up in my house, he had the same angelic face, good and candid. The way he looks and talks and moves is as soft and elegant as his mother's. And his intellect! We were always struck ... | head in despair when he heard of some irregularity from Ivan Karlovitch the gardener; and another--not the real one--who seemed as though he were half drunk, would interrupt a business conversation at half a word, touch the gardener on the shoulder, and begin muttering: "Say what you like, there is a great deal in bloo... | would have to part from her home and leave her father; or, goodness knows why, the idea would occur to her that she was worthless--insignificant and unworthy of a great man like Kovrin--and she would go to her room, lock herself in, and cry bitterly for several hours. When there were visitors, she would suddenly fancy ... | the room to the other, trying to conceal his agitation. His hands began trembling, his neck swelled and turned purple, he ordered his racing droshky and drove off somewhere. Tanya, seeing how he lashed the horse, and seeing how he pulled his cap over his ears, understood what he was feeling, shut herself up in her room... | and even put up for the night. But all this hard labour passed unnoticed as though in a fog. Tanya felt that love and happiness had taken her unawares, though she had, since she was fourteen, for some reason been convinced that Kovrin would marry her and no one else. She was bewildered, could not grasp it, could not be... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,917 | "The devils! They have spoilt everything! They have ruined everything! They have spoilt everything! The garden's done for, the garden's ruined!" | Yegor Semyonitch | clutch his head and cry:<|quote|>"The devils! They have spoilt everything! They have ruined everything! They have spoilt everything! The garden's done for, the garden's ruined!"</|quote|>Kovrin, meanwhile, worked with the | make a terrible face, would clutch his head and cry:<|quote|>"The devils! They have spoilt everything! They have ruined everything! They have spoilt everything! The garden's done for, the garden's ruined!"</|quote|>Kovrin, meanwhile, worked with the same ardour as before, and | Master of Arts! It's not for nothing! And wait a bit, Ivan Karlovitch, what will he be in ten years' time? He will be far above us!" But at this point the real Yegor Semyonitch, suddenly coming to himself, would make a terrible face, would clutch his head and cry:<|quote|>"The devils! They have spoilt everything! They ... | and growing up in my house, he had the same angelic face, good and candid. The way he looks and talks and moves is as soft and elegant as his mother's. And his intellect! We were always struck with his intelligence. To be sure, it's not for nothing he's a Master of Arts! It's not for nothing! And wait a bit, Ivan Karlo... | were half drunk, would interrupt a business conversation at half a word, touch the gardener on the shoulder, and begin muttering: "Say what you like, there is a great deal in blood. His mother was a wonderful woman, most high-minded and intelligent. It was a pleasure to look at her good, candid, pure face; it was like ... | was worthless--insignificant and unworthy of a great man like Kovrin--and she would go to her room, lock herself in, and cry bitterly for several hours. When there were visitors, she would suddenly fancy that Kovrin looked extraordinarily handsome, and that all the women were in love with him and envying her, and her s... | racing droshky and drove off somewhere. Tanya, seeing how he lashed the horse, and seeing how he pulled his cap over his ears, understood what he was feeling, shut herself up in her room, and cried the whole day. In the hot-houses the peaches and plums were already ripe; the packing and sending off of these tender and ... | of the scissors, the rattle of the sewing-machine, the smell of hot irons, and the caprices of the dressmaker, a huffy and nervous lady. And, as ill-luck would have it, visitors came every day, who had to be entertained, fed, and even put up for the night. But all this hard labour passed unnoticed as though in a fog. T... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,918 | Kovrin, meanwhile, worked with the same ardour as before, and did not notice the general commotion. Love only added fuel to the flames. After every talk with Tanya he went to his room, happy and triumphant, took up his book or his manuscript with the same passion with which he had just kissed Tanya and told her of his ... | No speaker | done for, the garden's ruined!"<|quote|>Kovrin, meanwhile, worked with the same ardour as before, and did not notice the general commotion. Love only added fuel to the flames. After every talk with Tanya he went to his room, happy and triumphant, took up his book or his manuscript with the same passion with which he ha... | have spoilt everything! The garden's done for, the garden's ruined!"<|quote|>Kovrin, meanwhile, worked with the same ardour as before, and did not notice the general commotion. Love only added fuel to the flames. After every talk with Tanya he went to his room, happy and triumphant, took up his book or his manuscript w... | He will be far above us!" But at this point the real Yegor Semyonitch, suddenly coming to himself, would make a terrible face, would clutch his head and cry: "The devils! They have spoilt everything! They have ruined everything! They have spoilt everything! The garden's done for, the garden's ruined!"<|quote|>Kovrin, m... | and moves is as soft and elegant as his mother's. And his intellect! We were always struck with his intelligence. To be sure, it's not for nothing he's a Master of Arts! It's not for nothing! And wait a bit, Ivan Karlovitch, what will he be in ten years' time? He will be far above us!" But at this point the real Yegor ... | "Say what you like, there is a great deal in blood. His mother was a wonderful woman, most high-minded and intelligent. It was a pleasure to look at her good, candid, pure face; it was like the face of an angel. She drew splendidly, wrote verses, spoke five foreign languages, sang.... Poor thing! she died of consumptio... | bitterly for several hours. When there were visitors, she would suddenly fancy that Kovrin looked extraordinarily handsome, and that all the women were in love with him and envying her, and her soul was filled with pride and rapture, as though she had vanquished the whole world; but he had only to smile politely at any... | his ears, understood what he was feeling, shut herself up in her room, and cried the whole day. In the hot-houses the peaches and plums were already ripe; the packing and sending off of these tender and fragile goods to Moscow took a great deal of care, work, and trouble. Owing to the fact that the summer was very hot ... | of the sewing-machine, the smell of hot irons, and the caprices of the dressmaker, a huffy and nervous lady. And, as ill-luck would have it, visitors came every day, who had to be entertained, fed, and even put up for the night. But all this hard labour passed unnoticed as though in a fog. Tanya felt that love and happ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,919 | "a flourish" | No speaker | urgent desire, was celebrated with<|quote|>"a flourish"</|quote|>--that is, with senseless festivities | wedding, which, at Yegor Semyonitch's urgent desire, was celebrated with<|quote|>"a flourish"</|quote|>--that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole | nodded his head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without suspecting that Kovrin was not talking to them but to his hallucination. Imperceptibly the fast of the Assumption was approaching, and soon after came the wedding, which, at Yegor Semyonitch's urgent desire, was celebrate... | and devote themselves to the service of the idea. One day the monk appeared at dinner-time and sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was delighted, and very adroitly began a conversation with Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya of what might be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head gracio... | the black monk had told him of the chosen of God, of eternal truth, of the brilliant future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in the house, he met the b... | be hers." The unreal Yegor Semyonitch sighed, and after a pause went on: "When he was a boy and growing up in my house, he had the same angelic face, good and candid. The way he looks and talks and moves is as soft and elegant as his mother's. And his intellect! We were always struck with his intelligence. To be sure, ... | and even put up for the night. But all this hard labour passed unnoticed as though in a fog. Tanya felt that love and happiness had taken her unawares, though she had, since she was fourteen, for some reason been convinced that Kovrin would marry her and no one else. She was bewildered, could not grasp it, could not be... | there were two men in him: one was the real Yegor Semyonitch, who was moved to indignation, and clutched his head in despair when he heard of some irregularity from Ivan Karlovitch the gardener; and another--not the real one--who seemed as though he were half drunk, would interrupt a business conversation at half a wor... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,920 | --that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hired band, the noisy toasts, the scurrying to and fro of the footmen, the uproar and crowding, prevented them from appreciating the taste of the e... | No speaker | was celebrated with "a flourish"<|quote|>--that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hired band, the noisy toasts, the scurrying to and fro of the footmen, the uproar and crowding, prevented ... | at Yegor Semyonitch's urgent desire, was celebrated with "a flourish"<|quote|>--that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hired band, the noisy toasts, the scurrying to and fro of the footmen... | head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without suspecting that Kovrin was not talking to them but to his hallucination. Imperceptibly the fast of the Assumption was approaching, and soon after came the wedding, which, at Yegor Semyonitch's urgent desire, was celebrated with "a f... | themselves to the service of the idea. One day the monk appeared at dinner-time and sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was delighted, and very adroitly began a conversation with Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya of what might be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head graciously, and Y... | monk had told him of the chosen of God, of eternal truth, of the brilliant future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in the house, he met the black monk ... | The unreal Yegor Semyonitch sighed, and after a pause went on: "When he was a boy and growing up in my house, he had the same angelic face, good and candid. The way he looks and talks and moves is as soft and elegant as his mother's. And his intellect! We were always struck with his intelligence. To be sure, it's not f... | put up for the night. But all this hard labour passed unnoticed as though in a fog. Tanya felt that love and happiness had taken her unawares, though she had, since she was fourteen, for some reason been convinced that Kovrin would marry her and no one else. She was bewildered, could not grasp it, could not believe her... | again. These new sensations mastered her completely; she helped her father mechanically, without noticing peaches, caterpillars or labourers, or how rapidly the time was passing. It was almost the same with Yegor Semyonitch. He worked from morning till night, was always in a hurry, was irritable, and flew into rages, b... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,921 | "Good-morning," | The Black Monk | an arm-chair near the bed.<|quote|>"Good-morning,"</|quote|>said the monk, and after | the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed.<|quote|>"Good-morning,"</|quote|>said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: | long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed.<|quote|>"Good-morning,"</|quote|>said the monk, and after a bri... | headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could no... | Assumption was approaching, and soon after came the wedding, which, at Yegor Semyonitch's urgent desire, was celebrated with "a flourish" --that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hired ban... | with the same passion with which he had just kissed Tanya and told her of his love. What the black monk had told him of the chosen of God, of eternal truth, of the brilliant future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his... | vanquished the whole world; but he had only to smile politely at any young lady for her to be trembling with jealousy, to retreat to her room--and tears again. These new sensations mastered her completely; she helped her father mechanically, without noticing peaches, caterpillars or labourers, or how rapidly the time w... | her of his love. What the black monk had told him of the chosen of God, of eternal truth, of the brilliant future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in t... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,922 | said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: | No speaker | arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning,"<|quote|>said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked:</|quote|>"What are you thinking of | black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning,"<|quote|>said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked:</|quote|>"What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame," answered Kovrin. | time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning,"<|quote|>said the monk, and after a brief pause he as... | in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to s... | was approaching, and soon after came the wedding, which, at Yegor Semyonitch's urgent desire, was celebrated with "a flourish" --that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hired band, the nois... | the same passion with which he had just kissed Tanya and told her of his love. What the black monk had told him of the chosen of God, of eternal truth, of the brilliant future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own ... | the whole world; but he had only to smile politely at any young lady for her to be trembling with jealousy, to retreat to her room--and tears again. These new sensations mastered her completely; she helped her father mechanically, without noticing peaches, caterpillars or labourers, or how rapidly the time was passing.... | ruined everything! They have spoilt everything! The garden's done for, the garden's ruined!" Kovrin, meanwhile, worked with the same ardour as before, and did not notice the general commotion. Love only added fuel to the flames. After every talk with Tanya he went to his room, happy and triumphant, took up his book or ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,923 | "What are you thinking of now?" | The Black Monk | a brief pause he asked:<|quote|>"What are you thinking of now?"</|quote|>"Of fame," answered Kovrin. "In | said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked:<|quote|>"What are you thinking of now?"</|quote|>"Of fame," answered Kovrin. "In the French novel I have | sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked:<|quote|>"What are you thinking of now?"</|quote|>"O... | was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot... | Yegor Semyonitch's urgent desire, was celebrated with "a flourish" --that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hired band, the noisy toasts, the scurrying to and fro of the footmen, the uproa... | and told her of his love. What the black monk had told him of the chosen of God, of eternal truth, of the brilliant future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the par... | at any young lady for her to be trembling with jealousy, to retreat to her room--and tears again. These new sensations mastered her completely; she helped her father mechanically, without noticing peaches, caterpillars or labourers, or how rapidly the time was passing. It was almost the same with Yegor Semyonitch. He w... | with the same ardour as before, and did not notice the general commotion. Love only added fuel to the flames. After every talk with Tanya he went to his room, happy and triumphant, took up his book or his manuscript with the same passion with which he had just kissed Tanya and told her of his love. What the black monk ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,924 | "Of fame," | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | are you thinking of now?"<|quote|>"Of fame,"</|quote|>answered Kovrin. "In the French | brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?"<|quote|>"Of fame,"</|quote|>answered Kovrin. "In the French novel I have just been | room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?"<|quote|>"Of fame,"</|quote|>answered Kovrin. "In the ... | a long while, and, from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At h... | with "a flourish" --that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hired band, the noisy toasts, the scurrying to and fro of the footmen, the uproar and crowding, prevented them from appreciating ... | What the black monk had told him of the chosen of God, of eternal truth, of the brilliant future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in the house, he met ... | to be trembling with jealousy, to retreat to her room--and tears again. These new sensations mastered her completely; she helped her father mechanically, without noticing peaches, caterpillars or labourers, or how rapidly the time was passing. It was almost the same with Yegor Semyonitch. He worked from morning till ni... | service of the idea. One day the monk appeared at dinner-time and sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was delighted, and very adroitly began a conversation with Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya of what might be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitch an... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,925 | answered Kovrin. | No speaker | thinking of now?" "Of fame,"<|quote|>answered Kovrin.</|quote|>"In the French novel I | he asked: "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame,"<|quote|>answered Kovrin.</|quote|>"In the French novel I have just been reading, there | very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame,"<|quote|>answered Kovrin.</|quote|>"In the French no... | while, and, from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-pas... | flourish" --that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hired band, the noisy toasts, the scurrying to and fro of the footmen, the uproar and crowding, prevented them from appreciating the tast... | black monk had told him of the chosen of God, of eternal truth, of the brilliant future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in the house, he met the black... | trembling with jealousy, to retreat to her room--and tears again. These new sensations mastered her completely; she helped her father mechanically, without noticing peaches, caterpillars or labourers, or how rapidly the time was passing. It was almost the same with Yegor Semyonitch. He worked from morning till night, w... | sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was delighted, and very adroitly began a conversation with Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya of what might be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without suspecting that Ko... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,926 | "In the French novel I have just been reading, there is a description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | now?" "Of fame," answered Kovrin.<|quote|>"In the French novel I have just been reading, there is a description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety."</|quote|>"Because you are wise. Your | "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame," answered Kovrin.<|quote|>"In the French novel I have just been reading, there is a description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety."</|quote|>"Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is... | and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame," answered Kovrin.<|quote|>"In the French novel I have just be... | from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he li... | is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hired band, the noisy toasts, the scurrying to and fro of the footmen, the uproar and crowding, prevented them from appreciating the taste of the expensiv... | had told him of the chosen of God, of eternal truth, of the brilliant future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in the house, he met the black monk and h... | jealousy, to retreat to her room--and tears again. These new sensations mastered her completely; she helped her father mechanically, without noticing peaches, caterpillars or labourers, or how rapidly the time was passing. It was almost the same with Yegor Semyonitch. He worked from morning till night, was always in a ... | with "a flourish" --that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hired band, the noisy toasts, the scurrying to and fro of the footmen, the uproar and crowding, prevented them from appreciating ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,927 | "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." | The Black Monk | I can't understand such anxiety."<|quote|>"Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you."</|quote|>"Yes, that is true." "Renown | away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety."<|quote|>"Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you."</|quote|>"Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. | and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame," answered Kovrin. "In the French novel I have just been reading, there is a description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety."<|quote|>"Because you are wise. Your... | eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thi... | the scurrying to and fro of the footmen, the uproar and crowding, prevented them from appreciating the taste of the expensive wines and wonderful delicacies ordered from Moscow. VII One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, ... | pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in the house, he met the black monk and had long conversations with him, but this did not alarm him, but, on the contrary, delighted him, as he was now firmly persuaded that such apparitions only visited the elect few who r... | was almost the same with Yegor Semyonitch. He worked from morning till night, was always in a hurry, was irritable, and flew into rages, but all of this was in a sort of spellbound dream. It seemed as though there were two men in him: one was the real Yegor Semyonitch, who was moved to indignation, and clutched his hea... | window. Kovrin was delighted, and very adroitly began a conversation with Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya of what might be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without suspecting that Kovrin was not talking to... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,928 | "Yes, that is true." | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | which no longer interests you."<|quote|>"Yes, that is true."</|quote|>"Renown does not allure you | indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you."<|quote|>"Yes, that is true."</|quote|>"Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering, | I have just been reading, there is a description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you."<|quote|>"Yes, that is true.... | her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame," answered Kovrin. "In the French novel I have just been reading, there is a descr... | wines and wonderful delicacies ordered from Moscow. VII One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in h... | he met the black monk and had long conversations with him, but this did not alarm him, but, on the contrary, delighted him, as he was now firmly persuaded that such apparitions only visited the elect few who rise up above their fellows and devote themselves to the service of the idea. One day the monk appeared at dinne... | flew into rages, but all of this was in a sort of spellbound dream. It seemed as though there were two men in him: one was the real Yegor Semyonitch, who was moved to indignation, and clutched his head in despair when he heard of some irregularity from Ivan Karlovitch the gardener; and another--not the real one--who se... | celebrated with "a flourish" --that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hired band, the noisy toasts, the scurrying to and fro of the footmen, the uproar and crowding, prevented them from ap... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,929 | "Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind to be able to retain your names." | The Black Monk | you." "Yes, that is true."<|quote|>"Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind to be able to retain y... | toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true."<|quote|>"Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of ... | reading, there is a description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true."<|quote|>"Renown does no... | four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame," answered Kovrin. "In the French novel I have just been reading, there is a description of a young _savan... | ordered from Moscow. VII One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck t... | monk and had long conversations with him, but this did not alarm him, but, on the contrary, delighted him, as he was now firmly persuaded that such apparitions only visited the elect few who rise up above their fellows and devote themselves to the service of the idea. One day the monk appeared at dinner-time and sat in... | all of this was in a sort of spellbound dream. It seemed as though there were two men in him: one was the real Yegor Semyonitch, who was moved to indignation, and clutched his head in despair when he heard of some irregularity from Ivan Karlovitch the gardener; and another--not the real one--who seemed as though he wer... | he met the black monk and had long conversations with him, but this did not alarm him, but, on the contrary, delighted him, as he was now firmly persuaded that such apparitions only visited the elect few who rise up above their fellows and devote themselves to the service of the idea. One day the monk appeared at dinne... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,930 | "Of course," | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | able to retain your names."<|quote|>"Of course,"</|quote|>assented Kovrin. "Besides, why should | memory of mankind to be able to retain your names."<|quote|>"Of course,"</|quote|>assented Kovrin. "Besides, why should they be remembered? But let | not allure you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind to be able to retain your names."<|quote|>"Of course,"</|quote|>assent... | is a description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What ... | restless dreams. It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk s... | appeared at dinner-time and sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was delighted, and very adroitly began a conversation with Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya of what might be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gail... | one--who seemed as though he were half drunk, would interrupt a business conversation at half a word, touch the gardener on the shoulder, and begin muttering: "Say what you like, there is a great deal in blood. His mother was a wonderful woman, most high-minded and intelligent. It was a pleasure to look at her good, ca... | he was now firmly persuaded that such apparitions only visited the elect few who rise up above their fellows and devote themselves to the service of the idea. One day the monk appeared at dinner-time and sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was delighted, and very adroitly began a conversation with Yegor Semyonitch an... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,931 | assented Kovrin. | No speaker | retain your names." "Of course,"<|quote|>assented Kovrin.</|quote|>"Besides, why should they be | mankind to be able to retain your names." "Of course,"<|quote|>assented Kovrin.</|quote|>"Besides, why should they be remembered? But let us talk | you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind to be able to retain your names." "Of course,"<|quote|>assented Kovrin.</|quote|>... | description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What is th... | It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-... | dinner-time and sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was delighted, and very adroitly began a conversation with Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya of what might be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without su... | as though he were half drunk, would interrupt a business conversation at half a word, touch the gardener on the shoulder, and begin muttering: "Say what you like, there is a great deal in blood. His mother was a wonderful woman, most high-minded and intelligent. It was a pleasure to look at her good, candid, pure face;... | prevented them from appreciating the taste of the expensive wines and wonderful delicacies ordered from Moscow. VII One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,932 | "Besides, why should they be remembered? But let us talk of something else. Of happiness, for instance. What is happiness?" | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | names." "Of course," assented Kovrin.<|quote|>"Besides, why should they be remembered? But let us talk of something else. Of happiness, for instance. What is happiness?"</|quote|>When the clock struck five, | be able to retain your names." "Of course," assented Kovrin.<|quote|>"Besides, why should they be remembered? But let us talk of something else. Of happiness, for instance. What is happiness?"</|quote|>When the clock struck five, he was sitting on the | What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind to be able to retain your names." "Of course," assented Kovrin.<|quote|>"Besides, why shou... | a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering,... | three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near... | sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was delighted, and very adroitly began a conversation with Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya of what might be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without suspecting that Ko... | he were half drunk, would interrupt a business conversation at half a word, touch the gardener on the shoulder, and begin muttering: "Say what you like, there is a great deal in blood. His mother was a wonderful woman, most high-minded and intelligent. It was a pleasure to look at her good, candid, pure face; it was li... | Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without suspecting that Kovrin was not talking to them but to his hallucination. Imperceptibly the fast of the Assumption was approaching, and soon after came the wedding, which, at Yegor Semyonitch's urgent desire, was celebrated with "a flourish" --that is, w... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,933 | When the clock struck five, he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk: | No speaker | for instance. What is happiness?"<|quote|>When the clock struck five, he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk:</|quote|>"In ancient times a happy | of something else. Of happiness, for instance. What is happiness?"<|quote|>When the clock struck five, he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk:</|quote|>"In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened | inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind to be able to retain your names." "Of course," assented Kovrin. "Besides, why should they be remembered? But let us talk of something else. Of happiness, for instance. What is happiness?"<|quote|>When the c... | you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gildin... | closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking... | what might be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without suspecting that Kovrin was not talking to them but to his hallucination. Imperceptibly the fast of the Assumption was approaching, and soon after... | begin muttering: "Say what you like, there is a great deal in blood. His mother was a wonderful woman, most high-minded and intelligent. It was a pleasure to look at her good, candid, pure face; it was like the face of an angel. She drew splendidly, wrote verses, spoke five foreign languages, sang.... Poor thing! she d... | and sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was delighted, and very adroitly began a conversation with Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya of what might be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without suspecting tha... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,934 | "In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills... | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | carpet, talking to the monk:<|quote|>"In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to n... | dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk:<|quote|>"In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to ... | able to retain your names." "Of course," assented Kovrin. "Besides, why should they be remembered? But let us talk of something else. Of happiness, for instance. What is happiness?" When the clock struck five, he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk:<|quote|>"In ancient times a h... | that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind to be able to retain your names." "Of cour... | sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame," answered Kovrin. "In the French novel I have just been reading, there is a descripti... | Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without suspecting that Kovrin was not talking to them but to his hallucination. Imperceptibly the fast of the Assumption was approaching, and soon after came the wedding, which, at Yegor Semyonitch's urgent desire, was celebrated with "a flourish" --that is, with senseless festivi... | and intelligent. It was a pleasure to look at her good, candid, pure face; it was like the face of an angel. She drew splendidly, wrote verses, spoke five foreign languages, sang.... Poor thing! she died of consumption. The Kingdom of Heaven be hers." The unreal Yegor Semyonitch sighed, and after a pause went on: "When... | dinner-time and sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was delighted, and very adroitly began a conversation with Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya of what might be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without su... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,935 | "But why?" | The Black Monk | I begin to feel perplexed."<|quote|>"But why?"</|quote|>the monk asked in wonder. | I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed."<|quote|>"But why?"</|quote|>the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? | to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed."<|quote|>"But why?"</|quote|>the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy ... | ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my ... | is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind to be able to retain your names." "Of course," ... | wonderful delicacies ordered from Moscow. VII One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restles... | To be sure, it's not for nothing he's a Master of Arts! It's not for nothing! And wait a bit, Ivan Karlovitch, what will he be in ten years' time? He will be far above us!" But at this point the real Yegor Semyonitch, suddenly coming to himself, would make a terrible face, would clutch his head and cry: "The devils! Th... | above their fellows and devote themselves to the service of the idea. One day the monk appeared at dinner-time and sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was delighted, and very adroitly began a conversation with Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya of what might be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and no... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,936 | the monk asked in wonder. | No speaker | to feel perplexed." "But why?"<|quote|>the monk asked in wonder.</|quote|>"Is joy a supernatural feeling? | it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?"<|quote|>the monk asked in wonder.</|quote|>"Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be | I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?"<|quote|>the monk asked in wonder.</|quote|>"Is joy a superna... | a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being an... | "Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind to be able to retain your names." "Of course," assented K... | ordered from Moscow. VII One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck t... | sure, it's not for nothing he's a Master of Arts! It's not for nothing! And wait a bit, Ivan Karlovitch, what will he be in ten years' time? He will be far above us!" But at this point the real Yegor Semyonitch, suddenly coming to himself, would make a terrible face, would clutch his head and cry: "The devils! They hav... | band, the noisy toasts, the scurrying to and fro of the footmen, the uproar and crowding, prevented them from appreciating the taste of the expensive wines and wonderful delicacies ordered from Moscow. VII One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenin... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,937 | "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral side, the more independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continu... | The Black Monk | the monk asked in wonder.<|quote|>"Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral side, the more independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the ... | to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder.<|quote|>"Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral side, the more independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were ... | it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder.<|quote|>"Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be... | last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other... | now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind to be able to retain your names." "Of course," assented Kovrin. "Besides, why should ... | long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out ... | he's a Master of Arts! It's not for nothing! And wait a bit, Ivan Karlovitch, what will he be in ten years' time? He will be far above us!" But at this point the real Yegor Semyonitch, suddenly coming to himself, would make a terrible face, would clutch his head and cry: "The devils! They have spoilt everything! They h... | talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame," answered Kovrin. "In the French novel I have just been reading, there ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,938 | "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'"<|quote|>"But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?"</|quote|>Kovrin jested; and he laughed. | the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'"<|quote|>"But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?"</|quote|>Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me | be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral side, the more independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'"<|quote|>"But will... | feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is deve... | us talk of something else. Of happiness, for instance. What is happiness?" When the clock struck five, he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk: "In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sa... | lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and... | have ruined everything! They have spoilt everything! The garden's done for, the garden's ruined!" Kovrin, meanwhile, worked with the same ardour as before, and did not notice the general commotion. Love only added fuel to the flames. After every talk with Tanya he went to his room, happy and triumphant, took up his boo... | of the Assumption was approaching, and soon after came the wedding, which, at Yegor Semyonitch's urgent desire, was celebrated with "a flourish" --that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hi... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,939 | Kovrin jested; and he laughed. | No speaker | the gods be suddenly wrathful?"<|quote|>Kovrin jested; and he laughed.</|quote|>"If they take from me | and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?"<|quote|>Kovrin jested; and he laughed.</|quote|>"If they take from me comfort and make me go | more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral side, the more independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?"<|quote|... | or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral side, th... | for instance. What is happiness?" When the clock struck five, he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk: "In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, ... | long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked... | The garden's done for, the garden's ruined!" Kovrin, meanwhile, worked with the same ardour as before, and did not notice the general commotion. Love only added fuel to the flames. After every talk with Tanya he went to his room, happy and triumphant, took up his book or his manuscript with the same passion with which ... | but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,940 | "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | Kovrin jested; and he laughed.<|quote|>"If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste."</|quote|>Meanwhile Tanya woke up and | the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed.<|quote|>"If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste."</|quote|>Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror | developed on the intellectual and moral side, the more independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughe... | am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral side, the more independent he ... | When the clock struck five, he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk: "In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to ... | closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking... | garden's ruined!" Kovrin, meanwhile, worked with the same ardour as before, and did not notice the general commotion. Love only added fuel to the flames. After every talk with Tanya he went to his room, happy and triumphant, took up his book or his manuscript with the same passion with which he had just kissed Tanya an... | asked: "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame," answered Kovrin. "In the French novel I have just been reading, there is a description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of in... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,941 | Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. | No speaker | very much to my taste."<|quote|>Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh.</|quote|>"Andryusha, whom are you talking | and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste."<|quote|>Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh.</|quote|>"Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" ... | Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste."<|quote|>Meanwhile Tanya woke up... | perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral side, the more independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorr... | "In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills... | sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame," answered Kovrin. "In the French novel I have just been reading, there is a descripti... | fuel to the flames. After every talk with Tanya he went to his room, happy and triumphant, took up his book or his manuscript with the same passion with which he had just kissed Tanya and told her of his love. What the black monk had told him of the chosen of God, of eternal truth, of the brilliant future of mankind an... | not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,942 | "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" | Tanya Pesotsky | something strange in his laugh.<|quote|>"Andryusha, whom are you talking to?"</|quote|>she asked, clutching the hand | were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh.<|quote|>"Andryusha, whom are you talking to?"</|quote|>she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the | comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh.<|quote|>"Andryusha, whom ar... | moral side, the more independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort a... | like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earne... | asked: "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame," answered Kovrin. "In the French novel I have just been reading, there is a description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of in... | Tanya and told her of his love. What the black monk had told him of the chosen of God, of eternal truth, of the brilliant future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in t... | a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering,... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,943 | she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. | No speaker | whom are you talking to?"<|quote|>she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk.</|quote|>"Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said | strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?"<|quote|>she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk.</|quote|>"Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to | and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?"<|quote|>she asked... | is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it wo... | of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But... | now?" "Of fame," answered Kovrin. "In the French novel I have just been reading, there is a description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy whic... | love. What the black monk had told him of the chosen of God, of eternal truth, of the brilliant future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in the house, h... | there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind to be able to retain your names." "Of course," assented Kovrin. "Besides, why should they be remembered? But let us talk of something else. Of happiness, for instance. What is happiness?" When the clock struck five, he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,944 | "Andryusha! Whom?" | Tanya Pesotsky | stretched out to the monk.<|quote|>"Andryusha! Whom?"</|quote|>"Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in | asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk.<|quote|>"Andryusha! Whom?"</|quote|>"Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He | Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk.<|quote|>"Andryu... | Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked wit... | to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural fe... | just been reading, there is a description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does ... | of God, of eternal truth, of the brilliant future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in the house, he met the black monk and had long conversations with ... | down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and aft... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,945 | "Oh! Whom?" | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?"<|quote|>"Oh! Whom?"</|quote|>said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, | the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?"<|quote|>"Oh! Whom?"</|quote|>said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting | up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?"<|quote|... | joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and... | I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ou... | reading, there is a description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure... | of eternal truth, of the brilliant future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in the house, he met the black monk and had long conversations with him, but... | "Of course," assented Kovrin. "Besides, why should they be remembered? But let us talk of something else. Of happiness, for instance. What is happiness?" When the clock struck five, he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk: "In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,946 | said Kovrin in confusion. | No speaker | monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?"<|quote|>said Kovrin in confusion.</|quote|>"Why, to him.... He is | he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?"<|quote|>said Kovrin in confusion.</|quote|>"Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing | looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?"<|q... | sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at h... | nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it ... | is a description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What ... | truth, of the brilliant future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in the house, he met the black monk and had long conversations with him, but this did n... | had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,947 | "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion.<|quote|>"Why, to him.... He is sitting here,"</|quote|>he said, pointing to the | the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion.<|quote|>"Why, to him.... He is sitting here,"</|quote|>he said, pointing to the black monk. "There is no | horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion.<|q... | tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking,... | fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal... | a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering,... | future of mankind and so on, gave peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in the house, he met the black monk and had long conversations with him, but this did not alarm him, but, on th... | sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame," answered... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,948 | he said, pointing to the black monk. | No speaker | him.... He is sitting here,"<|quote|>he said, pointing to the black monk.</|quote|>"There is no one here | Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here,"<|quote|>he said, pointing to the black monk.</|quote|>"There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you | addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here,"<|qu... | glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticula... | other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man i... | and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving y... | peculiar and extraordinary significance to his work, and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in the house, he met the black monk and had long conversations with him, but this did not alarm him, but, on the contrary, delighted him, as he w... | them from appreciating the taste of the expensive wines and wonderful delicacies ordered from Moscow. VII One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from tim... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,949 | "There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!" | Tanya Pesotsky | pointing to the black monk.<|quote|>"There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!"</|quote|>Tanya put her arm round | is sitting here," he said, pointing to the black monk.<|quote|>"There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!"</|quote|>Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him | eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing to the black monk.<|quote|>"There is no one... | wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there... | grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral s... | I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing o... | and filled his soul with pride and the consciousness of his own exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in the house, he met the black monk and had long conversations with him, but this did not alarm him, but, on the contrary, delighted him, as he was now firmly persuaded that such apparitions only vi... | is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many o... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,950 | Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him tight, as though protecting him from the apparition, and put her hand over his eyes. | No speaker | one! Andryusha, you are ill!"<|quote|>Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him tight, as though protecting him from the apparition, and put her hand over his eyes.</|quote|>"You are ill!" she sobbed, | no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!"<|quote|>Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him tight, as though protecting him from the apparition, and put her hand over his eyes.</|quote|>"You are ill!" she sobbed, trembling all over. "Forgive me, | whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing to the black monk. "There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!"<|quote|>Tanya put her arm round her husband... | and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to... | sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral side, the more independent he is, the more pleasure life gi... | fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too m... | exalted consequence. Once or twice a week, in the park or in the house, he met the black monk and had long conversations with him, but this did not alarm him, but, on the contrary, delighted him, as he was now firmly persuaded that such apparitions only visited the elect few who rise up above their fellows and devote t... | what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectu... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,951 | "You are ill!" | Tanya Pesotsky | her hand over his eyes.<|quote|>"You are ill!"</|quote|>she sobbed, trembling all over. | from the apparition, and put her hand over his eyes.<|quote|>"You are ill!"</|quote|>she sobbed, trembling all over. "Forgive me, my precious, my | to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing to the black monk. "There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!" Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him tight, as though protecting him from the apparition, and put her hand over his eyes.<|quote|>"You are ill!"</|quote|>she sobbed, trembling all ... | at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to ... | a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral side, the more independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; '... | is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind to be able to retain your names." "Of course," assented Kovrin. "Besides, why should they be re... | but this did not alarm him, but, on the contrary, delighted him, as he was now firmly persuaded that such apparitions only visited the elect few who rise up above their fellows and devote themselves to the service of the idea. One day the monk appeared at dinner-time and sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was deligh... | bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay f... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,952 | she sobbed, trembling all over. | No speaker | his eyes. "You are ill!"<|quote|>she sobbed, trembling all over.</|quote|>"Forgive me, my precious, my | and put her hand over his eyes. "You are ill!"<|quote|>she sobbed, trembling all over.</|quote|>"Forgive me, my precious, my dear one, but I have | is sitting here," he said, pointing to the black monk. "There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!" Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him tight, as though protecting him from the apparition, and put her hand over his eyes. "You are ill!"<|quote|>she sobbed, trembling all over.</|quote|>"Forgive... | He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is si... | Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral side, the more independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "... | amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind to be able to retain your names." "Of course," assented Kovrin. "Besides, why should they be remembered? But let us ... | not alarm him, but, on the contrary, delighted him, as he was now firmly persuaded that such apparitions only visited the elect few who rise up above their fellows and devote themselves to the service of the idea. One day the monk appeared at dinner-time and sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was delighted, and very... | he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,953 | "Forgive me, my precious, my dear one, but I have noticed for a long time that your mind is clouded in some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...." | Tanya Pesotsky | she sobbed, trembling all over.<|quote|>"Forgive me, my precious, my dear one, but I have noticed for a long time that your mind is clouded in some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...."</|quote|>Her trembling infected him, too. | his eyes. "You are ill!" she sobbed, trembling all over.<|quote|>"Forgive me, my precious, my dear one, but I have noticed for a long time that your mind is clouded in some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...."</|quote|>Her trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at | pointing to the black monk. "There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!" Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him tight, as though protecting him from the apparition, and put her hand over his eyes. "You are ill!" she sobbed, trembling all over.<|quote|>"Forgive me, my precious, my dear one, but I... | arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing ... | the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral side, the more independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods b... | carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind to be able to retain your names." "Of course," assented Kovrin. "Besides, why should they be remembered? But let us talk of something else. Of hap... | the contrary, delighted him, as he was now firmly persuaded that such apparitions only visited the elect few who rise up above their fellows and devote themselves to the service of the idea. One day the monk appeared at dinner-time and sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was delighted, and very adroitly began a conve... | be remembered? But let us talk of something else. Of happiness, for instance. What is happiness?" When the clock struck five, he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk: "In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,954 | Her trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now empty, felt a sudden weakness in his arms and legs, was frightened, and began dressing. | No speaker | You are mentally ill, Andryusha...."<|quote|>Her trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now empty, felt a sudden weakness in his arms and legs, was frightened, and began dressing.</|quote|>"It's nothing, Tanya; it's nothing," | is clouded in some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...."<|quote|>Her trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now empty, felt a sudden weakness in his arms and legs, was frightened, and began dressing.</|quote|>"It's nothing, Tanya; it's nothing," he muttered, shivering. "I r... | as though protecting him from the apparition, and put her hand over his eyes. "You are ill!" she sobbed, trembling all over. "Forgive me, my precious, my dear one, but I have noticed for a long time that your mind is clouded in some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...."<|quote|>Her trembling infected him, too. H... | stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing to the black monk. "There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!" Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him tight, as though protecting him from the apparition, ... | him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Me... | of mankind to be able to retain your names." "Of course," assented Kovrin. "Besides, why should they be remembered? But let us talk of something else. Of happiness, for instance. What is happiness?" When the clock struck five, he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk: "In ancient ... | the service of the idea. One day the monk appeared at dinner-time and sat in the dining-room window. Kovrin was delighted, and very adroitly began a conversation with Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya of what might be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitc... | time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,955 | "It's nothing, Tanya; it's nothing," | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | was frightened, and began dressing.<|quote|>"It's nothing, Tanya; it's nothing,"</|quote|>he muttered, shivering. "I really | in his arms and legs, was frightened, and began dressing.<|quote|>"It's nothing, Tanya; it's nothing,"</|quote|>he muttered, shivering. "I really am not quite well ... | I have noticed for a long time that your mind is clouded in some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...." Her trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now empty, felt a sudden weakness in his arms and legs, was frightened, and began dressing.<|quote|>"It's nothing, Tanya; it's n... | one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!" Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him tight, as though protecting him from the apparition, and put her hand over his eyes. "You are ill!" she sobbed, trembling all over. "Forgive me, my precious, my dear one, but I have noticed for a long time that your mind is c... | and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in ... | What is happiness?" When the clock struck five, he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk: "In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like P... | and Tanya of what might be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without suspecting that Kovrin was not talking to them but to his hallucination. Imperceptibly the fast of the Assumption was approaching, a... | with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What ar... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,956 | he muttered, shivering. | No speaker | "It's nothing, Tanya; it's nothing,"<|quote|>he muttered, shivering.</|quote|>"I really am not quite | was frightened, and began dressing. "It's nothing, Tanya; it's nothing,"<|quote|>he muttered, shivering.</|quote|>"I really am not quite well ... it's time to | long time that your mind is clouded in some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...." Her trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now empty, felt a sudden weakness in his arms and legs, was frightened, and began dressing. "It's nothing, Tanya; it's nothing,"<|quote|>he muttered,... | Andryusha, you are ill!" Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him tight, as though protecting him from the apparition, and put her hand over his eyes. "You are ill!" she sobbed, trembling all over. "Forgive me, my precious, my dear one, but I have noticed for a long time that your mind is clouded in some way...... | take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, wh... | clock struck five, he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk: "In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy... | be of interest to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without suspecting that Kovrin was not talking to them but to his hallucination. Imperceptibly the fast of the Assumption was approaching, and soon after came the w... | pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very m... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,957 | "I really am not quite well ... it's time to admit that." | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | it's nothing," he muttered, shivering.<|quote|>"I really am not quite well ... it's time to admit that."</|quote|>"I have noticed it for | began dressing. "It's nothing, Tanya; it's nothing," he muttered, shivering.<|quote|>"I really am not quite well ... it's time to admit that."</|quote|>"I have noticed it for a long time ... and | your mind is clouded in some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...." Her trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now 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.<|quote|>"I ... | ill!" Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him tight, as though protecting him from the apparition, and put her hand over his eyes. "You are ill!" she sobbed, trembling all over. "Forgive me, my precious, my dear one, but I have noticed for a long time that your mind is clouded in some way.... You are mentally ... | comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you ta... | he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk: "In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. I... | to the monk; the black-robed visitor listened and nodded his head graciously, and Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without suspecting that Kovrin was not talking to them but to his hallucination. Imperceptibly the fast of the Assumption was approaching, and soon after came the wedding, which, ... | reading, there is a description of a young _savant_, who does silly things and pines away through worrying about fame. I can't understand such anxiety." "Because you are wise. Your attitude towards fame is one of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,958 | "I have noticed it for a long time ... and father has noticed it," | Tanya Pesotsky | it's time to admit that."<|quote|>"I have noticed it for a long time ... and father has noticed it,"</|quote|>she said, trying to suppress | am not quite well ... it's time to admit that."<|quote|>"I have noticed it for a long time ... and father has noticed it,"</|quote|>she said, trying to suppress her sobs. "You talk to | Her trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now 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."<|quote|>"I have noticed it ... | as though protecting him from the apparition, and put her hand over his eyes. "You are ill!" she sobbed, trembling all over. "Forgive me, my precious, my dear one, but I have noticed for a long time that your mind is clouded in some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...." Her trembling infected him, too. He glance... | much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out... | talking to the monk: "In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel noth... | and Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya listened, too, and smiled gaily without suspecting that Kovrin was not talking to them but to his hallucination. Imperceptibly the fast of the Assumption was approaching, and soon after came the wedding, which, at Yegor Semyonitch's urgent desire, was celebrated with "a flourish" --that i... | toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you for the weak memory of mankind ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,959 | she said, trying to suppress her sobs. | No speaker | and father has noticed it,"<|quote|>she said, trying to suppress her sobs.</|quote|>"You talk to yourself, smile | for a long time ... and father has noticed it,"<|quote|>she said, trying to suppress her sobs.</|quote|>"You talk to yourself, smile somehow strangely ... and can't | now 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,"<|quote|>she said, trying to suppress her s... | "You are ill!" she sobbed, trembling all over. "Forgive me, my precious, my dear one, but I have noticed for a long time that your mind is clouded in some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...." Her trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now empty, felt a sudden weakness in h... | at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to ... | of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don... | was not talking to them but to his hallucination. Imperceptibly the fast of the Assumption was approaching, and soon after came the wedding, which, at Yegor Semyonitch's urgent desire, was celebrated with "a flourish" --that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand rouble... | something else. Of happiness, for instance. What is happiness?" When the clock struck five, he was sitting on the bed, dangling his feet to the carpet, talking to the monk: "In ancient times a happy man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,960 | "You talk to yourself, smile somehow strangely ... and can't sleep. Oh, my God, my God, save us!" | Tanya Pesotsky | trying to suppress her sobs.<|quote|>"You talk to yourself, smile somehow strangely ... and can't sleep. Oh, my God, my God, save us!"</|quote|>she said in terror. "But | has noticed it," she said, trying to suppress her sobs.<|quote|>"You talk to yourself, smile somehow strangely ... and can't sleep. Oh, my God, my God, save us!"</|quote|>she said in terror. "But don't be frightened, Andryusha; for | 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.<|quote|>"You talk to yourself, smile som... | over. "Forgive me, my precious, my dear one, but I have noticed for a long time that your mind is clouded in some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...." Her trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now empty, felt a sudden weakness in his arms and legs, was frightened, and beg... | the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, point... | to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom i... | his hallucination. Imperceptibly the fast of the Assumption was approaching, and soon after came the wedding, which, at Yegor Semyonitch's urgent desire, was celebrated with "a flourish" --that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was ... | and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The mo... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,961 | she said in terror. | No speaker | God, my God, save us!"<|quote|>she said in terror.</|quote|>"But don't be frightened, Andryusha; | and can't sleep. Oh, my God, my God, save us!"<|quote|>she said in terror.</|quote|>"But don't be frightened, Andryusha; for God's sake don't be | 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't sleep. Oh, my God, my God, save us!"<|quote|>she said in terror.</|quote|>"But don't be frightened... | mind is clouded in some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...." Her trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now 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... | whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing to the black monk. "There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!" Tanya put her arm round her husband and hel... | Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I... | Yegor Semyonitch's urgent desire, was celebrated with "a flourish" --that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hired band, the noisy toasts, the scurrying to and fro of the footmen, the uproa... | were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing to the black monk. "There is no one here ... no ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,962 | "But don't be frightened, Andryusha; for God's sake don't be frightened...." | Tanya Pesotsky | us!" she said in terror.<|quote|>"But don't be frightened, Andryusha; for God's sake don't be frightened...."</|quote|>She began dressing, too. Only | my God, my God, save us!" she said in terror.<|quote|>"But don't be frightened, Andryusha; for God's sake don't be frightened...."</|quote|>She began dressing, too. Only now, looking at her, Kovrin | 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't sleep. Oh, my God, my God, save us!" she said in terror.<|quote|>"But don't be frightened, Andryusha; for God's sake d... | some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...." Her trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now 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'... | to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing to the black monk. "There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!" Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him tight, as thoug... | uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed... | was celebrated with "a flourish" --that is, with senseless festivities that lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hired band, the noisy toasts, the scurrying to and fro of the footmen, the uproar and crowding, prevented them fro... | man grew at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothe... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,963 | She began dressing, too. Only now, looking at her, Kovrin realised the danger of his position--realised the meaning of the black monk and his conversations with him. It was clear to him now that he was mad. Neither of them knew why they dressed and went into the dining-room: she in front and he following her. There the... | No speaker | God's sake don't be frightened...."<|quote|>She began dressing, too. Only now, looking at her, Kovrin realised the danger of his position--realised the meaning of the black monk and his conversations with him. It was clear to him now that he was mad. Neither of them knew why they dressed and went into the dining-room: ... | don't be frightened, Andryusha; for God's sake don't be frightened...."<|quote|>She began dressing, too. Only now, looking at her, Kovrin realised the danger of his position--realised the meaning of the black monk and his conversations with him. It was clear to him now that he was mad. Neither of them knew why they dre... | 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't sleep. Oh, my God, my God, save us!" she said in terror. "But don't be frightened, Andryusha; for God's sake don't be frightened...."<|quote|>She began dressing, too. Only ... | too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now 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 n... | monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing to the black monk. "There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!" Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him tight, as though protecting him from the apparition, and put her hand over... | morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a superna... | lasted for two whole days and nights. Three thousand roubles' worth of food and drink was consumed, but the music of the wretched hired band, the noisy toasts, the scurrying to and fro of the footmen, the uproar and crowding, prevented them from appreciating the taste of the expensive wines and wonderful delicacies ord... | of indifference, as towards a toy which no longer interests you." "Yes, that is true." "Renown does not allure you now. What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding? Moreover, happily there are too many of you f... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,964 | "Don't be frightened, Andryusha," | Tanya Pesotsky | been awakened by Tanya's sobs.<|quote|>"Don't be frightened, Andryusha,"</|quote|>Tanya was saying, shivering as | staying with them, and had been awakened by Tanya's sobs.<|quote|>"Don't be frightened, Andryusha,"</|quote|>Tanya was saying, shivering as though in a fever; "don't | he was mad. Neither of them knew why they dressed and went into the dining-room: she in front and he following her. There they found Yegor Semyonitch standing in his dressing-gown and with a candle in his hand. He was staying with them, and had been awakened by Tanya's sobs.<|quote|>"Don't be frightened, Andryusha,"</|... | us!" she said in terror. "But don't be frightened, Andryusha; for God's sake don't be frightened...." She began dressing, too. Only now, looking at her, Kovrin realised the danger of his position--realised the meaning of the black monk and his conversations with him. It was clear to him now that he was mad. Neither of ... | your mind is clouded in some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...." Her trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now 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 a... | moral side, the more independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort a... | she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very... | I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral side, the more independent he is, the more pl... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,965 | Tanya was saying, shivering as though in a fever; | No speaker | sobs. "Don't be frightened, Andryusha,"<|quote|>Tanya was saying, shivering as though in a fever;</|quote|>"don't be frightened.... Father, it | had been awakened by Tanya's sobs. "Don't be frightened, Andryusha,"<|quote|>Tanya was saying, shivering as though in a fever;</|quote|>"don't be frightened.... Father, it will all pass over ... | of them knew why they dressed and went into the dining-room: she in front and he following her. There they found Yegor Semyonitch standing in his dressing-gown and with a candle in his hand. He was staying with them, and had been awakened by Tanya's sobs. "Don't be frightened, Andryusha,"<|quote|>Tanya was saying, shiv... | terror. "But don't be frightened, Andryusha; for God's sake don't be frightened...." She began dressing, too. Only now, looking at her, Kovrin realised the danger of his position--realised the meaning of the black monk and his conversations with him. It was clear to him now that he was mad. Neither of them knew why the... | in some way.... You are mentally ill, Andryusha...." Her trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now 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 ... ... | independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold an... | had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in... | more independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go co... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,966 | "don't be frightened.... Father, it will all pass over ... it will all pass over...." | Tanya Pesotsky | as though in a fever;<|quote|>"don't be frightened.... Father, it will all pass over ... it will all pass over...."</|quote|>Kovrin was too much agitated | Andryusha," Tanya was saying, shivering as though in a fever;<|quote|>"don't be frightened.... Father, it will all pass over ... it will all pass over...."</|quote|>Kovrin was too much agitated to speak. He wanted to | the dining-room: she in front and he following her. There they found Yegor Semyonitch standing in his dressing-gown and with a candle in his hand. He was staying with them, and had been awakened by Tanya's sobs. "Don't be frightened, Andryusha," Tanya was saying, shivering as though in a fever;<|quote|>"don't be fright... | don't be frightened...." She began dressing, too. Only now, looking at her, Kovrin realised the danger of his position--realised the meaning of the black monk and his conversations with him. It was clear to him now that he was mad. Neither of them knew why they dressed and went into the dining-room: she in front and he... | trembling infected him, too. He glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now 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 t... | Socrates, Diogenes, and Marcus Aurelius, were joyful, not sorrowful. And the Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhi... | to time, articulated some incoherent phrase in her restless dreams. It struck three o'clock. Kovrin put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the ... | gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not a... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,967 | Kovrin was too much agitated to speak. He wanted to say to his father-in-law in a playful tone: | No speaker | it will all pass over...."<|quote|>Kovrin was too much agitated to speak. He wanted to say to his father-in-law in a playful tone:</|quote|>"Congratulate me; it appears I | will all pass over ... it will all pass over...."<|quote|>Kovrin was too much agitated to speak. He wanted to say to his father-in-law in a playful tone:</|quote|>"Congratulate me; it appears I have gone out of my | in his dressing-gown and with a candle in his hand. He was staying with them, and had been awakened by Tanya's sobs. "Don't be frightened, Andryusha," Tanya was saying, shivering as though in a fever; "don't be frightened.... Father, it will all pass over ... it will all pass over...."<|quote|>Kovrin was too much agita... | danger of his position--realised the meaning of the black monk and his conversations with him. It was clear to him now that he was mad. Neither of them knew why they dressed and went into the dining-room: she in front and he following her. There they found Yegor Semyonitch standing in his dressing-gown and with a candl... | 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 talk to y... | continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm... | put out the light and lay down to sleep, lay for a long time with his eyes closed, but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-mornin... | feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all other feelings. I don't know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ough... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,968 | "Congratulate me; it appears I have gone out of my mind" | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | father-in-law in a playful tone:<|quote|>"Congratulate me; it appears I have gone out of my mind"</|quote|>; but he could only | wanted to say to his father-in-law in a playful tone:<|quote|>"Congratulate me; it appears I have gone out of my mind"</|quote|>; but he could only move his lips and smile | awakened by Tanya's sobs. "Don't be frightened, Andryusha," Tanya was saying, shivering as though in a fever; "don't be frightened.... Father, it will all pass over ... it will all pass over...." Kovrin was too much agitated to speak. He wanted to say to his father-in-law in a playful tone:<|quote|>"Congratulate me; it... | to him now that he was mad. Neither of them knew why they dressed and went into the dining-room: she in front and he following her. There they found Yegor Semyonitch standing in his dressing-gown and with a candle in his hand. He was staying with them, and had been awakened by Tanya's sobs. "Don't be frightened, Andryu... | 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't sleep. Oh, my God, my God, save us!" she said in terror. "But... | they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryush... | but could not get to sleep because, as he fancied, the room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?... | at last frightened of his happiness --it was so great!--and to propitiate the gods he brought as a sacrifice his favourite ring. Do you know, I, too, like Polykrates, begin to be uneasy of my happiness. It seems strange to me that from morning to night I feel nothing but joy; it fills my whole being and smothers all ot... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,969 | ; 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 the b... | No speaker | gone out of my mind"<|quote|>; 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;... | me; it appears I have gone out of my mind"<|quote|>; 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.... | shivering as though in a fever; "don't be frightened.... Father, it will all pass over ... it will all pass over...." Kovrin was too 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"<|quote|>; but he could only move his lips and smi... | why they dressed and went into the dining-room: she in front and he following her. There they found Yegor Semyonitch standing in his dressing-gown and with a candle in his hand. He was staying with them, and had been awakened by Tanya's sobs. "Don't be frightened, Andryusha," Tanya was saying, shivering as though in a ... | 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't sleep. Oh, my God, my God, save us!" she said in terror. "But don't be frightened, Andryusha; for God's sake don't be frightene... | hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching ... | room was very hot and Tanya talked in her sleep. At half-past four he lighted the candle again, and this time he saw the black monk sitting in an arm-chair near the bed. "Good-morning," said the monk, and after a brief pause he asked: "What are you thinking of now?" "Of fame," answered Kovrin. "In the French novel I ha... | am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed." "But why?" the monk asked in wonder. "Is joy a supernatural feeling? Ought it not to be the normal state of man? The more highly a man is developed on the intellectual and moral side, the more independent he is, the more pleasure life gives him. Socrates, Di... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,970 | "I believe it is time for you to have your milk," | Tanya Pesotsky | talk had been about him.<|quote|>"I believe it is time for you to have your milk,"</|quote|>Tanya said to her husband. | from their faces that their talk had been about him.<|quote|>"I believe it is time for you to have your milk,"</|quote|>Tanya said to her husband. "No, it is not time | fade.... When, listless and dissatisfied, he returned home the service was over. Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya were sitting on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, seeing Kovrin, ceased at once, and he concluded from their faces that their talk had been about him.<|quote|>"I believ... | 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 evening glow had begun to fade.... When, listless and dissatisfied, he returne... | and then stood 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 lo... | will all pass over...." Kovrin was too 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 s... | Apostle tells us: 'Rejoice continually'; 'Rejoice and be glad.'" "But will the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was ... | 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 old room smelt like a graveyard, and Kovrin felt bored. He went out ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,971 | Tanya said to her husband. | No speaker | you to have your milk,"<|quote|>Tanya said to her husband.</|quote|>"No, it is not time | believe it is time for you to have your milk,"<|quote|>Tanya said to her husband.</|quote|>"No, it is not time yet ..." he said, sitting | over. Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya were sitting on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, 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,"<|quote|>Tanya said to her husband.</|quote... | 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 was over. Yegor Semyonitch and Ta... | 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 fulle... | 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 doctor. VIII Summer had c... | the gods be suddenly wrathful?" Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes wer... | room smelt like a graveyard, and Kovrin felt bored. He went out into the garden. Without noticing the gorgeous flowers, he walked about the garden, sat down on a seat, then strolled about the park; reaching the river, he went down and then stood lost in thought, looking at the water. The sullen pines with their shaggy ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,972 | "No, it is not time yet ..." | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | Tanya said to her husband.<|quote|>"No, it is not time yet ..."</|quote|>he said, sitting down on | you to have your milk," Tanya said to her husband.<|quote|>"No, it is not time yet ..."</|quote|>he said, sitting down on the bottom step. "Drink it | were sitting on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, 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.<|quote|>"No, it is not time yet ..."</|quote|>he... | 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 was over. Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya were sitting on the... | 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 than last summer. H... | 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 doctor. VIII Summer had come again, and the d... | Kovrin jested; and he laughed. "If they take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was someth... | the dining-room: she in front and he following her. There they found Yegor Semyonitch standing in his dressing-gown and with a candle in his hand. He was staying with them, and had been awakened by Tanya's sobs. "Don't be frightened, Andryusha," Tanya was saying, shivering as though in a fever; "don't be frightened....... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,973 | he said, sitting down on the bottom step. | No speaker | is not time yet ..."<|quote|>he said, sitting down on the bottom step.</|quote|>"Drink it yourself; I don't | to her husband. "No, it is not time yet ..."<|quote|>he said, sitting down on the bottom step.</|quote|>"Drink it yourself; I don't want it." Tanya exchanged a | verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, 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 ..."<|quote|>he said, sitting down on the bottom step.</|... | 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 was over. Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya were sitting on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. ... | 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 than last summer. He crossed by the footbridge to th... | 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 doctor. VIII Summer had come again, and the doctor advised their going into the country. Kovrin ... | take from me comfort and make me go cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, wh... | 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-law's, he drank a great deal of milk, worked for only two hours out of the tw... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,974 | "Drink it yourself; I don't want it." | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | down on the bottom step.<|quote|>"Drink it yourself; I don't want it."</|quote|>Tanya exchanged a troubled glance | yet ..." he said, sitting down on the bottom step.<|quote|>"Drink it yourself; I don't want it."</|quote|>Tanya exchanged a troubled glance with her father, and said | but, 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.<|quote|>"Drink it yourself; I don't want it."</|quote|>Tanya excha... | 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 was over. Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya were sitting on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, seeing K... | 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 than last summer. He crossed by the footbridge to the other side. Where the year before there had b... | 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 see... | cold and hungry, it won't be very much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, c... | smile somehow strangely ... and can't sleep. Oh, my God, my God, save us!" she said in terror. "But don't be frightened, Andryusha; for God's sake don't be frightened...." She began dressing, too. Only now, looking at her, Kovrin realised the danger of his position--realised the meaning of the black monk and his conver... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,975 | Tanya exchanged a troubled glance with her father, and said in a guilty voice: | No speaker | yourself; I don't want it."<|quote|>Tanya exchanged a troubled glance with her father, and said in a guilty voice:</|quote|>"You notice yourself that milk | the bottom step. "Drink it yourself; I don't want it."<|quote|>Tanya exchanged a troubled glance with her father, and said in a guilty voice:</|quote|>"You notice yourself that milk does you good." "Yes, a | 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."<|quote|>Tanya exchanged a troubled glance with her father, and said ... | Kovrin stood for twenty minutes, till the evening glow had begun to fade.... When, listless and dissatisfied, he returned home the service was over. Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya were sitting on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, seeing Kovrin, ceased at once, and he concluded fr... | 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 than last summer. He crossed by the footbridge to the other side. Where the year before there had been rye the oats stood, reaped, and lay in... | 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 the black monk, and he ha... | much to my taste." Meanwhile Tanya woke up and looked with amazement and horror at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out... | the deacon was handing the priest the censer the immense old room smelt like a graveyard, and Kovrin felt bored. He went out into the garden. Without noticing the gorgeous flowers, he walked about the garden, sat down on a seat, then strolled about the park; reaching the river, he went down and then stood lost in thoug... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,976 | "You notice yourself that milk does you good." | Tanya Pesotsky | said in a guilty voice:<|quote|>"You notice yourself that milk does you good."</|quote|>"Yes, a great deal of | glance with her father, and said in a guilty voice:<|quote|>"You notice yourself that milk does you good."</|quote|>"Yes, a great deal of good!" Kovrin laughed. "I congratulate | 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 her father, and said in a guilty voice:<|quote|>"You notice yourself that milk does you good."</|quote|>"Y... | listless and dissatisfied, he returned home the service was over. Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya were sitting on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, 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... | cropped, his beautiful long hair was gone, his step was lagging, his face was fuller and paler than last summer. He crossed by the footbridge to the other side. Where the year before 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, ... | 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-law's, he drank a ... | at her husband. He was talking, addressing the arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to ... | 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-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 evenin... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,977 | "Yes, a great deal of good!" | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | that milk does you good."<|quote|>"Yes, a great deal of good!"</|quote|>Kovrin laughed. "I congratulate you: | guilty voice: "You notice yourself that milk does you good."<|quote|>"Yes, a great deal of good!"</|quote|>Kovrin laughed. "I congratulate you: I have gained a pound | 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."<|quote|>"Yes, a great deal of good!"</|quote|>Kovri... | was over. Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya were sitting on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, 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 ... | step was lagging, his face was fuller and paler than last summer. He crossed by the footbridge to the other side. Where the year before 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.... | 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-law's, he drank a great deal of milk, worked for only two ... | arm-chair, laughing and gesticulating; his eyes were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing ... | God, my God, save us!" she said in terror. "But don't be frightened, Andryusha; for God's sake don't be frightened...." She began dressing, too. Only now, looking at her, Kovrin realised the danger of his position--realised the meaning of the black monk and his conversations with him. It was clear to him now that he wa... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,978 | Kovrin laughed. | No speaker | a great deal of good!"<|quote|>Kovrin laughed.</|quote|>"I congratulate you: I have | milk does you good." "Yes, a great deal of good!"<|quote|>Kovrin laughed.</|quote|>"I congratulate you: I have gained a pound in weight | "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!"<|quote|>Kovrin laughed.</|quote|>"I congratulate you: I ... | were sitting on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, 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 do... | fuller and paler than last summer. He crossed by the footbridge to the other side. Where the year before 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 ... | 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-law's, he drank a great deal of milk, worked for only two hours out of the twenty-... | were gleaming, and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing to the black monk. "There is no one here ... no ... | her, Kovrin realised the danger of his position--realised the meaning of the black monk and his conversations with him. It was clear to him now that he was mad. Neither of them knew why they dressed and went into the dining-room: she in front and he following her. There they found Yegor Semyonitch standing in his dress... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,979 | "I congratulate you: I have gained a pound in weight since Friday." | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | deal of good!" Kovrin laughed.<|quote|>"I congratulate you: I have gained a pound in weight since Friday."</|quote|>He pressed his head tightly | you good." "Yes, a great deal of good!" Kovrin laughed.<|quote|>"I congratulate you: I have gained a pound in weight since Friday."</|quote|>He pressed his head tightly in his hands and said | 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.<|quote|>"I congratulate you: I have gained a pou... | on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, 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 bot... | paler than last summer. He crossed by the footbridge to the other side. Where the year before 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 y... | 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-law's, he drank a great deal of milk, worked for only two hours out of the twenty-four, a... | and there was something strange in his laugh. "Andryusha, whom are you talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing to the black monk. "There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha,... | mad. Neither of them knew why they dressed and went into the dining-room: she in front and he following her. There they found Yegor Semyonitch standing in his dressing-gown and with a candle in his hand. He was staying with them, and had been awakened by Tanya's sobs. "Don't be frightened, Andryusha," Tanya was saying,... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,980 | He pressed his head tightly in his hands and said miserably: | No speaker | pound in weight since Friday."<|quote|>He pressed his head tightly in his hands and said miserably:</|quote|>"Why, why have you cured | you: I have gained a pound in weight since Friday."<|quote|>He pressed his head tightly in his hands and said miserably:</|quote|>"Why, why have you cured me? Preparations of bromide, idleness, | 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."<|quote|>He pressed his head tightly i... | something, but, 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... | side. Where the year before 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 twe... | 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-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 Elij... | talking to?" she asked, clutching the hand he stretched out to the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing to the black monk. "There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!" Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him tight, ... | 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 than last summer. He crossed by the footbridge to the other side. Where the year before there had been rye the oats stood, reaped, and lay in rows. The sun had set and ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,981 | "Why, why have you cured me? Preparations of bromide, idleness, hot baths, 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 ... | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | his hands and said miserably:<|quote|>"Why, why have you cured me? Preparations of bromide, idleness, hot baths, 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; ... | pressed his head tightly in his hands and said miserably:<|quote|>"Why, why have you cured me? Preparations of bromide, idleness, hot baths, 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,... | 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 miserably:<|quote|>"Why, why have you cured me? P... | 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 her father, and said in a guilty voice: "You no... | 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 evening glow had begun to fade....... | had left off seeing the black monk, and he 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... | the monk. "Andryusha! Whom?" "Oh! Whom?" said Kovrin in confusion. "Why, to him.... He is sitting here," he said, pointing to the black monk. "There is no one here ... no one! Andryusha, you are ill!" Tanya put her arm round her husband and held him tight, as though protecting him from the apparition, and put her hand ... | he had left off seeing the black monk, and he 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 ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,982 | "Goodness knows what you are saying!" | Yegor Semyonitch | did that do any one?"<|quote|>"Goodness knows what you are saying!"</|quote|>sighed Yegor Semyonitch. "It's positively | one? I ask, what harm did that do any one?"<|quote|>"Goodness knows what you are saying!"</|quote|>sighed Yegor Semyonitch. "It's positively wearisome to listen to it." | 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!... I saw hallucinations, but what harm did that do to any one? I ask, what harm did that do any one?"<|quote|>"Goodness knows what you are saying!"</|quote|>sighed Yeg... | you cured me? Preparations of bromide, idleness, hot baths, 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 mor... | 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 her father, and said in a guilty voice: "You notice yourself tha... | reaching the river, he went down and then stood 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 ... | glanced once more at the arm-chair, which was now 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 i... | 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 old room smelt like a graveyard, and Kovr... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,983 | sighed Yegor Semyonitch. | No speaker | knows what you are saying!"<|quote|>sighed Yegor Semyonitch.</|quote|>"It's positively wearisome to listen | that do any one?" "Goodness knows what you are saying!"<|quote|>sighed Yegor Semyonitch.</|quote|>"It's positively wearisome to listen to it." "Then don't listen." | stolid, but I 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!"<|quote|>sighed Yegor Semyonitch.</|quote|>"It's positively ... | idleness, hot baths, 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 li... | "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 her father, and said in a guilty voice: "You notice yourself that milk does you good." "Yes, a ... | and then stood 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 lo... | which was now 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... | 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 was over. Yegor Semyonitch and... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,984 | "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) |
96,985 | "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) |
96,986 | 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) |
96,987 | "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) |
96,988 | 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) |
96,989 | "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) |
96,990 | Kovrin said with annoyance, | No speaker | ruin. If only you knew,"<|quote|>Kovrin said with annoyance,</|quote|>"how grateful I am to | and in bringing civilisation to ruin. If only you knew,"<|quote|>Kovrin said with annoyance,</|quote|>"how grateful I am to you." He felt intense irritation, | 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 to ruin. If only you knew,"<|quote|>Kovrin said with annoy... | 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. "If Mahomed had taken bromide for his nerves, had worked only two hours out of th... | to understand and could not understand, and all that was clear to her was that 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 noth... | why have you cured me? Preparations of bromide, idleness, hot baths, 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 b... | left off seeing the black monk, and he 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 han... | Friday." He pressed his head tightly in his hands and said miserably: "Why, why have you cured me? Preparations of bromide, idleness, hot baths, 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 cheer... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,991 | "how grateful I am to you." | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | knew," Kovrin said with annoyance,<|quote|>"how grateful I am to you."</|quote|>He felt intense irritation, and | to ruin. If only you knew," Kovrin said with annoyance,<|quote|>"how grateful I am to you."</|quote|>He felt intense irritation, and to avoid saying too much, | 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 to ruin. If only you knew," Kovrin said with annoyance,<|quote|>"how grateful... | 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. "If Mahomed had taken bromide for his nerves, had worked only two hours out of the twenty-four, and had dr... | not understand, and all that was clear to her was that 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 n... | me? Preparations of bromide, idleness, hot baths, 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... | black monk, and he 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 ... | pound in weight since Friday." He pressed his head tightly in his hands and said miserably: "Why, why have you cured me? Preparations of bromide, idleness, hot baths, 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... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,992 | He felt intense irritation, and to avoid saying too much, he got up quickly and went into the house. It was still, and the fragrance of the tobacco plant and the marvel of Peru floated in at the open window. The moonlight lay in green patches on the floor and on the piano in the big dark dining-room. Kovrin remembered ... | No speaker | grateful I am to you."<|quote|>He felt intense irritation, and to avoid saying too much, he got up quickly and went into the house. It was still, and the fragrance of the tobacco plant and the marvel of Peru floated in at the open window. The moonlight lay in green patches on the floor and on the piano in the big dark ... | Kovrin said with annoyance, "how grateful I am to you."<|quote|>He felt intense irritation, and to avoid saying too much, he got up quickly and went into the house. It was still, and the fragrance of the tobacco plant and the marvel of Peru floated in at the open window. The moonlight lay in green patches on the floor ... | 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 to ruin. If only you knew," Kovrin said with annoyance, "how grateful I am to you."<|quote|>He felt intense irr... | 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. "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 w... | clear to her was that 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 somethi... | baths, 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 e... | 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 old room ... | drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, 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; ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,993 | "Father adores you. You are cross with him about something, and it is killing him. Look at him; he is ageing, not from day to day, but from hour to hour. I entreat you, Andryusha, for God's sake, for the sake of your dead father, for the sake of my peace of mind, be affectionate to him." | Tanya Pesotsky | bed, Tanya said to him:<|quote|>"Father adores you. You are cross with him about something, and it is killing him. Look at him; he is ageing, not from day to day, but from hour to hour. I entreat you, Andryusha, for God's sake, for the sake of your dead father, for the sake of my peace of mind, be affectionate to him."... | take bromide. Before going to bed, Tanya said to him:<|quote|>"Father adores you. You are cross with him about something, and it is killing him. Look at him; he is ageing, not from day to day, but from hour to hour. I entreat you, Andryusha, for God's sake, for the sake of your dead father, for the sake of my peace of ... | it had the year before. And so great is the effect of giving up a habit, the cigar and the two gulps of wine made him giddy, and brought on palpitations of the heart, so that he was obliged to take bromide. Before going to bed, Tanya said to him:<|quote|>"Father adores you. You are cross with him about something, and i... | the window. To bring back the mood of last year he went quickly to his study, lighted a strong cigar, and told the footman to bring him some wine. But the cigar left a bitter and disgusting taste in his mouth, and the wine had not the same flavour as it had the year before. And so great is the effect of giving up a hab... | ruin. If only you knew," Kovrin said with annoyance, "how grateful I am to you." He felt intense irritation, and to avoid saying too much, he got up quickly and went into the house. It was still, and the fragrance of the tobacco plant and the marvel of Peru floated in at the open window. The moonlight lay in green patc... | in his face; she wanted to understand and could not understand, and all that was clear to her was that 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... | 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 evening glow had... | anxiously in his face; she wanted to understand and could not understand, and all that was clear to her was that 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 lau... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,994 | "I can't, I don't want to." | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | mind, be affectionate to him."<|quote|>"I can't, I don't want to."</|quote|>"But why?" asked Tanya, beginning | sake of my peace of mind, be affectionate to him."<|quote|>"I can't, I don't want to."</|quote|>"But why?" asked Tanya, beginning to tremble all over. "Explain | him about something, and it is killing him. Look at him; he is ageing, not from day to day, but from hour to hour. I entreat you, Andryusha, for God's sake, for the sake of your dead father, for the sake of my peace of mind, be affectionate to him."<|quote|>"I can't, I don't want to."</|quote|>"But why?" asked Tanya, b... | great is the effect of giving up a habit, the cigar and the two gulps of wine made him giddy, and brought on palpitations of the heart, so that he was obliged to take bromide. Before going to bed, Tanya said to him: "Father adores you. You are cross with him about something, and it is killing him. Look at him; he is ag... | lay in green patches on the floor and on the piano in the big dark dining-room. Kovrin remembered the raptures of the previous summer when there had been the same scent of the marvel of Peru and the moon had shone in at the window. To bring back the mood of last year he went quickly to his study, lighted a strong cigar... | 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, and now while the three of them were sitting together on the terrace she made an eff... | the evening glow had begun to fade.... When, listless and dissatisfied, he returned home the service was over. Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya were sitting on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, seeing Kovrin, ceased at once, and he concluded from their faces that their talk had bee... | 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, and now while the three of them were sitting together on the terrace she ma... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,995 | "But why?" | Tanya Pesotsky | can't, I don't want to."<|quote|>"But why?"</|quote|>asked Tanya, beginning to tremble | be affectionate to him." "I can't, I don't want to."<|quote|>"But why?"</|quote|>asked Tanya, beginning to tremble all over. "Explain why." "Because | killing him. Look at him; he is ageing, not from day to day, but from hour to hour. I entreat you, Andryusha, for God's sake, for the sake of your dead father, for the sake of my peace of mind, be affectionate to him." "I can't, I don't want to."<|quote|>"But why?"</|quote|>asked Tanya, beginning to tremble all over. "... | up a habit, the cigar and the two gulps of wine made him giddy, and brought on palpitations of the heart, so that he was obliged to take bromide. Before going to bed, Tanya said to him: "Father adores you. You are cross with him about something, and it is killing him. Look at him; he is ageing, not from day to day, but... | floor and on the piano in the big dark dining-room. Kovrin remembered the raptures of the previous summer when there had been the same scent of the marvel of Peru and the moon had shone in at the window. To bring back the mood of last year he went quickly to his study, lighted a strong cigar, and told the footman to br... | 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, and now while the three of them were sitting together on the terrace she made an effort not to think of it. "How for... | fade.... When, listless and dissatisfied, he returned home the service was over. Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya were sitting on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, seeing Kovrin, ceased at once, and he concluded from their faces that their talk had been about him. "I believe it is ... | am to you." He felt intense irritation, and to avoid saying too much, he got up quickly and went into the house. It was still, and the fragrance of the tobacco plant and the marvel of Peru floated in at the open window. The moonlight lay in green patches on the floor and on the piano in the big dark dining-room. Kovrin... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,996 | asked Tanya, beginning to tremble all over. | No speaker | don't want to." "But why?"<|quote|>asked Tanya, beginning to tremble all over.</|quote|>"Explain why." "Because he is | to him." "I can't, I don't want to." "But why?"<|quote|>asked Tanya, beginning to tremble all over.</|quote|>"Explain why." "Because he is antipathetic to me, that's all," | Look at him; he is ageing, not from day to day, but from hour to hour. I entreat you, Andryusha, for God's sake, for the sake of your dead father, for the sake of my peace of mind, be affectionate to him." "I can't, I don't want to." "But why?"<|quote|>asked Tanya, beginning to tremble all over.</|quote|>"Explain why."... | habit, the cigar and the two gulps of wine made him giddy, and brought on palpitations of the heart, so that he was obliged to take bromide. Before going to bed, Tanya said to him: "Father adores you. You are cross with him about something, and it is killing him. Look at him; he is ageing, not from day to day, but from... | on the piano in the big dark dining-room. Kovrin remembered the raptures of the previous summer when there had been the same scent of the marvel of Peru and the moon had shone in at the window. To bring back the mood of last year he went quickly to his study, lighted a strong cigar, and told the footman to bring him so... | 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, and now while the three of them were sitting together on the terrace she made an effort not to think of it. "How fortunate Bud... | listless and dissatisfied, he returned home the service was over. Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya were sitting on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, 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... | inspiration," said Kovrin. "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... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,997 | "Explain why." | Tanya Pesotsky | beginning to tremble all over.<|quote|>"Explain why."</|quote|>"Because he is antipathetic to | to." "But why?" asked Tanya, beginning to tremble all over.<|quote|>"Explain why."</|quote|>"Because he is antipathetic to me, that's all," said Kovrin | from day to day, but from hour to hour. I entreat you, Andryusha, for God's sake, for the sake of your dead father, for the sake of my peace of mind, be affectionate to him." "I can't, I don't want to." "But why?" asked Tanya, beginning to tremble all over.<|quote|>"Explain why."</|quote|>"Because he is antipathetic to... | of wine made him giddy, and brought on palpitations of the heart, so that he was obliged to take bromide. Before going to bed, Tanya said to him: "Father adores you. You are cross with him about something, and it is killing him. Look at him; he is ageing, not from day to day, but from hour to hour. I entreat you, Andry... | dining-room. Kovrin remembered the raptures of the previous summer when there had been the same scent of the marvel of Peru and the moon had shone in at the window. To bring back the mood of last year he went quickly to his study, lighted a strong cigar, and told the footman to bring him some wine. But the cigar left a... | 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. "How fortunate Buddha, Mahomed, and Shakespeare were that their kind r... | service was over. Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya were sitting on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, 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... | his face; she wanted to understand and could not understand, and all that was clear to her was that 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; a... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,998 | "Because he is antipathetic to me, that's all," | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | tremble all over. "Explain why."<|quote|>"Because he is antipathetic to me, that's all,"</|quote|>said Kovrin carelessly; and he | why?" asked Tanya, beginning to tremble all over. "Explain why."<|quote|>"Because he is antipathetic to me, that's all,"</|quote|>said Kovrin carelessly; and he shrugged his shoulders. "But we | to day, but from hour to hour. I entreat you, Andryusha, for God's sake, for the sake of your dead father, for the sake of my peace of mind, be affectionate to him." "I can't, I don't want to." "But why?" asked Tanya, beginning to tremble all over. "Explain why."<|quote|>"Because he is antipathetic to me, that's all,"<... | made him giddy, and brought on palpitations of the heart, so that he was obliged to take bromide. Before going to bed, Tanya said to him: "Father adores you. You are cross with him about something, and it is killing him. Look at him; he is ageing, not from day to day, but from hour to hour. I entreat you, Andryusha, fo... | remembered the raptures of the previous summer when there had been the same scent of the marvel of Peru and the moon had shone in at the window. To bring back the mood of last year he went quickly to his study, lighted a strong cigar, and told the footman to bring him some wine. But the cigar left a bitter and disgusti... | 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. "How fortunate Buddha, Mahomed, and Shakespeare were that their kind relations... | over. Yegor Semyonitch and Tanya were sitting on the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, 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 ... | himself. At a loss to understand why their charming and affectionate relations had changed so abruptly, Tanya huddled up to her father and looked anxiously in his face; she wanted to understand and could not understand, and all that was clear to her was that their relations were growing worse and worse every day, that ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
96,999 | said Kovrin carelessly; and he shrugged his shoulders. | No speaker | antipathetic to me, that's all,"<|quote|>said Kovrin carelessly; and he shrugged his shoulders.</|quote|>"But we won't talk about | "Explain why." "Because he is antipathetic to me, that's all,"<|quote|>said Kovrin carelessly; and he shrugged his shoulders.</|quote|>"But we won't talk about him: he is your father." | entreat you, Andryusha, for God's sake, for the sake of your dead father, for the sake of my peace of mind, be affectionate to him." "I can't, I don't want to." "But why?" asked Tanya, beginning to tremble all over. "Explain why." "Because he is antipathetic to me, that's all,"<|quote|>said Kovrin carelessly; and he sh... | the heart, so that he was obliged to take bromide. Before going to bed, Tanya said to him: "Father adores you. You are cross with him about something, and it is killing him. Look at him; he is ageing, not from day to day, but from hour to hour. I entreat you, Andryusha, for God's sake, for the sake of your dead father,... | there had been the same scent of the marvel of Peru and the moon had shone in at the window. To bring back the mood of last year he went quickly to his study, lighted a strong cigar, and told the footman to bring him some wine. But the cigar left a bitter and disgusting taste in his mouth, and the wine had not the same... | 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. "How fortunate Buddha, Mahomed, and Shakespeare were that their kind relations and doctors did not cure them of th... | the steps of the verandah, drinking tea. They were talking of something, but, 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... | Doctors and kind relations will succeed in stupefying mankind, in making mediocrity pass for genius and in bringing civilisation to ruin. If only you knew," Kovrin said with annoyance, "how grateful I am to you." He felt intense irritation, and to avoid saying too much, he got up quickly and went into the house. It was... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
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