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"But we won't talk about him: he is your father." | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | and he shrugged his shoulders.<|quote|>"But we won't talk about him: he is your father."</|quote|>"I can't understand, I can't," | that's all," said Kovrin carelessly; and he shrugged his shoulders.<|quote|>"But we won't talk about him: he is your father."</|quote|>"I can't understand, I can't," said Tanya, pressing her hands | 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," said Kovrin carelessly; and he shrugged his shoulders.<|quote|>"But we won't talk about h... | 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, for the sake of my peace of mind, be... | 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 flavour as it had the year before. A... | 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 their ecstasy and their inspiration," said Kovrin. "I... | 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; I don't want it." T... | 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 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 ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
"I can't understand, I can't," | Tanya Pesotsky | him: he is your father."<|quote|>"I can't understand, I can't,"</|quote|>said Tanya, pressing her hands | "But we won't talk about him: he is your father."<|quote|>"I can't understand, I can't,"</|quote|>said Tanya, pressing her hands to her temples and staring | 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," said Kovrin carelessly; and he shrugged his shoulders. "But we won't talk about him: he is your father."<|quote|>"I can't understand, ... | "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." "I can't, I don't want to." "Bu... | 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... | 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. "If Mahomed had taken bromide for his nerves, had worked ... | 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 her father, and said in a... | 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 anxiously in his face; she wanted to understand and could not understand, and all that was clear to her was that their relations were gro... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
said Tanya, pressing her hands to her temples and staring at a fixed point. | No speaker | "I can't understand, I can't,"<|quote|>said Tanya, pressing her hands to her temples and staring at a fixed point.</|quote|>"Something incomprehensible, awful, is going | him: he is your father." "I can't understand, I can't,"<|quote|>said Tanya, pressing her hands to her temples and staring at a fixed point.</|quote|>"Something incomprehensible, awful, is going on in the house. You | 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," said Kovrin carelessly; and he shrugged his shoulders. "But we won't talk about him: he is your father." "I can't understand, I can't,"<|quote|>said Tanya, pressing ... | 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." "I can't, I don't want to." "But why?" asked Tanya, beginni... | 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 habit, the cigar and the two ... | 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... | 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 notice y... | 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 the twe... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
"Something incomprehensible, awful, is going on in the house. You have changed, grown unlike yourself.... You, clever, extraordinary man as you are, are irritated over trifles, meddle in paltry nonsense.... Such trivial things excite you, that sometimes one is simply amazed and can't believe that it is you. Come, come,... | Tanya Pesotsky | staring at a fixed point.<|quote|>"Something incomprehensible, awful, is going on in the house. You have changed, grown unlike yourself.... You, clever, extraordinary man as you are, are irritated over trifles, meddle in paltry nonsense.... Such trivial things excite you, that sometimes one is simply amazed and can't b... | hands to her temples and staring at a fixed point.<|quote|>"Something incomprehensible, awful, is going on in the house. You have changed, grown unlike yourself.... You, clever, extraordinary man as you are, are irritated over trifles, meddle in paltry nonsense.... Such trivial things excite you, that sometimes one is ... | tremble all over. "Explain why." "Because he is antipathetic to me, that's all," said Kovrin carelessly; and he shrugged his shoulders. "But we won't talk about him: he is your father." "I can't understand, I can't," said Tanya, pressing her hands to her temples and staring at a fixed point.<|quote|>"Something incompre... | 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?" asked Tanya, beginning to tremble all over. "Explain why." "Because he is antipathetic to m... | 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 habit, the cigar and the two gulps of wine made him giddy, and brought on palpitations of the hear... | 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 would have left n... | 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 good!" Kovri... | 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 habit, the cigar and the two gulps of wine made him giddy, ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
she went on, kissing his hands, frightened of her own words. | No speaker | be angry, don't be angry,"<|quote|>she went on, kissing his hands, frightened of her own words.</|quote|>"You are clever, kind, noble. | is you. Come, come, don't be angry, don't be angry,"<|quote|>she went on, kissing his hands, frightened of her own words.</|quote|>"You are clever, kind, noble. You will be just to | in the house. You have changed, grown unlike yourself.... You, clever, extraordinary man as you are, are irritated over trifles, meddle in paltry nonsense.... Such trivial things excite you, that sometimes one is simply amazed and can't believe that it is you. Come, come, don't be angry, don't be angry,"<|quote|>she we... | he is antipathetic to me, that's all," said Kovrin carelessly; and he shrugged his shoulders. "But we won't talk about him: he is your father." "I can't understand, I can't," said Tanya, pressing her hands to her temples and staring at a fixed point. "Something incomprehensible, awful, is going on in the house. You hav... | 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, for God... | 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." He felt intense irritation, and to avoid saying too much, he got up quickly and wen... | 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: "Why, why have you cured me? Preparations of bromide, idleness, hot baths, supervision, cowardly consternation at every mouthful, at every step--all this ... | 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 would have left no more trace after him than his dog. Doctors and kind rel... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
"You are clever, kind, noble. You will be just to father. He is so good." | Tanya Pesotsky | frightened of her own words.<|quote|>"You are clever, kind, noble. You will be just to father. He is so good."</|quote|>"He is not good; he | went on, kissing his hands, frightened of her own words.<|quote|>"You are clever, kind, noble. You will be just to father. He is so good."</|quote|>"He is not good; he is just good-natured. Burlesque old | extraordinary man as you are, are irritated over trifles, meddle in paltry nonsense.... Such trivial things excite you, that sometimes one is simply amazed and can't believe that it is you. Come, come, don't be angry, don't be angry," she went on, kissing his hands, frightened of her own words.<|quote|>"You are clever,... | he shrugged his shoulders. "But we won't talk about him: he is your father." "I can't understand, I can't," said Tanya, pressing her hands to her temples and staring at a fixed point. "Something incomprehensible, awful, is going on in the house. You have changed, grown unlike yourself.... You, clever, extraordinary man... | 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, for the sake of my... | 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 still, and the fragrance of the tobacco... | gained a 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 me... | 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." He felt intense irritation, and to avoid saying too much, h... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
"He is not good; he is just good-natured. Burlesque old uncles like your father, with well-fed, good-natured faces, extraordinarily hospitable and queer, at one time used to touch me and amuse me in novels and in farces and in life; now I dislike them. They are egoists to the marrow of their bones. What disgusts me mos... | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | father. He is so good."<|quote|>"He is not good; he is just good-natured. Burlesque old uncles like your father, with well-fed, good-natured faces, extraordinarily hospitable and queer, at one time used to touch me and amuse me in novels and in farces and in life; now I dislike them. They are egoists to the marrow of t... | You will be just to father. He is so good."<|quote|>"He is not good; he is just good-natured. Burlesque old uncles like your father, with well-fed, good-natured faces, extraordinarily hospitable and queer, at one time used to touch me and amuse me in novels and in farces and in life; now I dislike them. They are egoist... | things excite you, that sometimes one is simply amazed and can't believe that it is you. Come, come, don't be angry, don't be angry," she went on, kissing his hands, frightened of her own words. "You are clever, kind, noble. You will be just to father. He is so good."<|quote|>"He is not good; he is just good-natured. B... | can't understand, I can't," said Tanya, pressing her hands to her temples and staring at a fixed point. "Something incomprehensible, awful, is going on in the house. You have changed, grown unlike yourself.... You, clever, extraordinary man as you are, are irritated over trifles, meddle in paltry nonsense.... Such triv... | 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." "I can't, I don't want to." "But why?" ... | 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 patches on... | 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 cheerful, confident, and even happy; I was interesting ... | 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 worn ou... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
Tanya sat down on the bed and laid her head on the pillow. | No speaker | optimism of a full stomach."<|quote|>Tanya sat down on the bed and laid her head on the pillow.</|quote|>"This is torture," she said, | that purely bovine, purely hoggish optimism of a full stomach."<|quote|>Tanya sat down on the bed and laid her head on the pillow.</|quote|>"This is torture," she said, and from her voice it | used to touch me and amuse me in novels and in farces and in life; now I dislike them. They are egoists to the marrow of their bones. What disgusts me most of all is their being so well-fed, and that purely bovine, purely hoggish optimism of a full stomach."<|quote|>Tanya sat down on the bed and laid her head on the pi... | went on, kissing his hands, frightened of her own words. "You are clever, kind, noble. You will be just to father. He is so good." "He is not good; he is just good-natured. Burlesque old uncles like your father, with well-fed, good-natured faces, extraordinarily hospitable and queer, at one time used to touch me and am... | is antipathetic to me, that's all," said Kovrin carelessly; and he shrugged his shoulders. "But we won't talk about him: he is your father." "I can't understand, I can't," said Tanya, pressing her hands to her temples and staring at a fixed point. "Something incomprehensible, awful, is going on in the house. You have c... | 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 disgusting taste in his... | 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." The presence of other people, espe... | 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 would have lef... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
"This is torture," | Tanya Pesotsky | her head on the pillow.<|quote|>"This is torture,"</|quote|>she said, and from her | on the bed and laid her head on the pillow.<|quote|>"This is torture,"</|quote|>she said, and from her voice it was evident that | in life; now I dislike them. They are egoists to the marrow of their bones. What disgusts me most of all is their being so well-fed, and that purely bovine, purely hoggish optimism of a full stomach." Tanya sat down on the bed and laid her head on the pillow.<|quote|>"This is torture,"</|quote|>she said, and from her v... | kind, noble. You will be just to father. He is so good." "He is not good; he is just good-natured. Burlesque old uncles like your father, with well-fed, good-natured faces, extraordinarily hospitable and queer, at one time used to touch me and amuse me in novels and in farces and in life; now I dislike them. They are e... | shoulders. "But we won't talk about him: he is your father." "I can't understand, I can't," said Tanya, pressing her hands to her temples and staring at a fixed point. "Something incomprehensible, awful, is going on in the house. You have changed, grown unlike yourself.... You, clever, extraordinary man as you are, are... | 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 flavour as it had the year befor... | 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." The presence of other people, especially Yegor Semyonitch, irritated Kovrin now; he answered him drily, coldly, an... | 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 flavour as it had the year befor... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
she said, and from her voice it was evident that she was utterly exhausted, and that it was hard for her to speak. | No speaker | the pillow. "This is torture,"<|quote|>she said, and from her voice it was evident that she was utterly exhausted, and that it was hard for her to speak.</|quote|>"Not one moment of peace | and laid her head on the pillow. "This is torture,"<|quote|>she said, and from her voice it was evident that she was utterly exhausted, and that it was hard for her to speak.</|quote|>"Not one moment of peace since the winter.... Why, it's | I dislike them. They are egoists to the marrow of their bones. What disgusts me most of all is their being so well-fed, and that purely bovine, purely hoggish optimism of a full stomach." Tanya sat down on the bed and laid her head on the pillow. "This is torture,"<|quote|>she said, and from her voice it was evident th... | will be just to father. He is so good." "He is not good; he is just good-natured. Burlesque old uncles like your father, with well-fed, good-natured faces, extraordinarily hospitable and queer, at one time used to touch me and amuse me in novels and in farces and in life; now I dislike them. They are egoists to the mar... | won't talk about him: he is your father." "I can't understand, I can't," said Tanya, pressing her hands to her temples and staring at a fixed point. "Something incomprehensible, awful, is going on in the house. You have changed, grown unlike yourself.... You, clever, extraordinary man as you are, are irritated over tri... | 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 flavour as it had the year before. And so grea... | 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." The presence of other people, especially Yegor Semyonitch, irritated Kovrin now; he answered him drily, coldly, and even rudely,... | 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 disgusting taste in... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
"Not one moment of peace since the winter.... Why, it's awful! My God! I am wretched." | Tanya Pesotsky | hard for her to speak.<|quote|>"Not one moment of peace since the winter.... Why, it's awful! My God! I am wretched."</|quote|>"Oh, of course, I am | exhausted, and that it was hard for her to speak.<|quote|>"Not one moment of peace since the winter.... Why, it's awful! My God! I am wretched."</|quote|>"Oh, of course, I am Herod, and you and your | and that purely bovine, purely hoggish optimism of a full stomach." Tanya sat down on the bed and laid her head on the pillow. "This is torture," she said, and from her voice it was evident that she was utterly exhausted, and that it was hard for her to speak.<|quote|>"Not one moment of peace since the winter.... Why, ... | with well-fed, good-natured faces, extraordinarily hospitable and queer, at one time used to touch me and amuse me in novels and in farces and in life; now I dislike them. They are egoists to the marrow of their bones. What disgusts me most of all is their being so well-fed, and that purely bovine, purely hoggish optim... | at a fixed point. "Something incomprehensible, awful, is going on in the house. You have changed, grown unlike yourself.... You, clever, extraordinary man as you are, are irritated over trifles, meddle in paltry nonsense.... Such trivial things excite you, that sometimes one is simply amazed and can't believe that it i... | 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 habit, the cigar and the two gulps of wine made him giddy, and brought on ... | Semyonitch. "It's positively wearisome to 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... | 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." He felt intense irritation, and to avoid saying too much, he got up quickly and went into the... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
"Oh, of course, I am Herod, and you and your father are the innocents. Of course." | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | My God! I am wretched."<|quote|>"Oh, of course, I am Herod, and you and your father are the innocents. Of course."</|quote|>His face seemed to Tanya | the winter.... Why, it's awful! My God! I am wretched."<|quote|>"Oh, of course, I am Herod, and you and your father are the innocents. Of course."</|quote|>His face seemed to Tanya ugly and unpleasant. Hatred and | bed and laid her head on the pillow. "This is torture," she said, and from her voice it was evident that she was utterly exhausted, and that it was hard for her to speak. "Not one moment of peace since the winter.... Why, it's awful! My God! I am wretched."<|quote|>"Oh, of course, I am Herod, and you and your father ar... | amuse me in novels and in farces and in life; now I dislike them. They are egoists to the marrow of their bones. What disgusts me most of all is their being so well-fed, and that purely bovine, purely hoggish optimism of a full stomach." Tanya sat down on the bed and laid her head on the pillow. "This is torture," she ... | grown unlike yourself.... You, clever, extraordinary man as you are, are irritated over trifles, meddle in paltry nonsense.... Such trivial things excite you, that sometimes one is simply amazed and can't believe that it is you. Come, come, don't be angry, don't be angry," she went on, kissing his hands, frightened of ... | 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 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 b... | 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 loss to understand why their cha... | 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, for the sake of my peace of mind, be affectionate to him." "I can't, I don't want to.... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
His face seemed to Tanya ugly and unpleasant. Hatred and an ironical expression did not suit him. And, indeed, she had noticed before that there was something lacking in his face, as though ever since his hair had been cut his face had changed, too. She wanted to say something wounding to him, but immediately she caugh... | No speaker | are the innocents. Of course."<|quote|>His face seemed to Tanya ugly and unpleasant. Hatred and an ironical expression did not suit him. And, indeed, she had noticed before that there was something lacking in his face, as though ever since his hair had been cut his face had changed, too. She wanted to say something wou... | and you and your father are the innocents. Of course."<|quote|>His face seemed to Tanya ugly and unpleasant. Hatred and an ironical expression did not suit him. And, indeed, she had noticed before that there was something lacking in his face, as though ever since his hair had been cut his face had changed, too. She wan... | voice it was evident that she was utterly exhausted, and that it was hard for her to speak. "Not one moment of peace since the winter.... Why, it's awful! My God! I am wretched." "Oh, of course, I am Herod, and you and your father are the innocents. Of course."<|quote|>His face seemed to Tanya ugly and unpleasant. Hatr... | egoists to the marrow of their bones. What disgusts me most of all is their being so well-fed, and that purely bovine, purely hoggish optimism of a full stomach." Tanya sat down on the bed and laid her head on the pillow. "This is torture," she said, and from her voice it was evident that she was utterly exhausted, and... | paltry nonsense.... Such trivial things excite you, that sometimes one is simply amazed and can't believe that it is you. Come, come, don't be angry, don't be angry," she went on, kissing his hands, frightened of her own words. "You are clever, kind, noble. You will be just to father. He is so good." "He is not good; h... | same flavour as 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: "Father adores you. You are cross with him about somethin... | 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 anxiously in... | 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 patches on the floor and on the piano in ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
"My father is just dead. I owe that to you, for you have killed him. Our garden is being ruined; strangers are managing it already--that is, the very thing is happening that poor father dreaded. That, too, I owe to you. I hate you with my whole soul, and I hope you may soon perish. Oh, how wretched I am! Insufferable a... | Tanya Pesotsky | back into his room, read:<|quote|>"My father is just dead. I owe that to you, for you have killed him. Our garden is being ruined; strangers are managing it already--that is, the very thing is happening that poor father dreaded. That, too, I owe to you. I hate you with my whole soul, and I hope you may soon perish. Oh,... | open the envelope, and, going back into his room, read:<|quote|>"My father is just dead. I owe that to you, for you have killed him. Our garden is being ruined; strangers are managing it already--that is, the very thing is happening that poor father dreaded. That, too, I owe to you. I hate you with my whole soul, and I... | what an atmosphere of peace, calm, and sublimity! In the lower storey under the balcony the windows were probably open, for women's voices and laughter could be heard distinctly. Apparently there was an evening party. Kovrin made an effort, tore open the envelope, and, going back into his room, read:<|quote|>"My father... | it was difficult to find a name. It was a soft and tender blending of dark blue and green; in places the water was like blue vitriol, and in places it seemed as though the moonlight were liquefied and filling the bay instead of water. And what harmony of colours, what an atmosphere of peace, calm, and sublimity! In the... | into the room, and, in his despair, could not utter a word, could only stamp and make a strange, bellowing sound as though he had lost the power of speech, and Tanya, looking at her father, had uttered a heart-rending shriek and had fallen into a swoon. It was hideous. All this came back into his memory as he looked at... | envelope reminded him how cruel and unjust he had been two years before, how he had worked off his anger at his spiritual emptiness, his boredom, his loneliness, and his dissatisfaction with life by revenging himself on people in no way to blame. He remembered, also, how he had torn up his dissertation and all the arti... | effect was hung up in the corridor at the University. But on the day appointed he informed the students' inspector, by telegram, that he was prevented by illness from giving the lecture. He had hæmorrhage from the throat. He was often spitting blood, but it happened two or three times a month that there was a considera... | the journey. Varvara Nikolaevna had some tea, went to bed and was soon asleep. But Kovrin did not go to bed. An hour before starting for the station, he had received a letter from Tanya, and had not brought himself to open it, and now it was lying in his coat pocket, and the thought of it excited him disagreeably. At t... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
Kovrin could read no more, he tore up the letter and threw it away. He was overcome by an uneasiness that was akin to terror. Varvara Nikolaevna was asleep behind the screen, and he could hear her breathing. From the lower storey came the sounds of laughter and women's voices, but he felt as though in the whole hotel t... | No speaker | have turned out a madman...."<|quote|>Kovrin could read no more, he tore up the letter and threw it away. He was overcome by an uneasiness that was akin to terror. Varvara Nikolaevna was asleep behind the screen, and he could hear her breathing. From the lower storey came the sounds of laughter and women's voices, but ... | I loved you, and you have turned out a madman...."<|quote|>Kovrin could read no more, he tore up the letter and threw it away. He was overcome by an uneasiness that was akin to terror. Varvara Nikolaevna was asleep behind the screen, and he could hear her breathing. From the lower storey came the sounds of laughter and... | to you. I hate you with my whole soul, and I hope you may soon perish. Oh, how wretched I am! Insufferable anguish is burning my soul.... My curses on you. I took you for an extraordinary man, a genius; I loved you, and you have turned out a madman...."<|quote|>Kovrin could read no more, he tore up the letter and threw... | tore open the envelope, and, going back into his room, read: "My father is just dead. I owe that to you, for you have killed him. Our garden is being ruined; strangers are managing it already--that is, the very thing is happening that poor father dreaded. That, too, I owe to you. I hate you with my whole soul, and I ho... | moonshine and the lights, and was of a colour for which it was difficult to find a name. It was a soft and tender blending of dark blue and green; in places the water was like blue vitriol, and in places it seemed as though the moonlight were liquefied and filling the bay instead of water. And what harmony of colours, ... | In every line of them he saw strange, utterly groundless pretension, shallow defiance, arrogance, megalomania; and they made him feel as though he were reading a description of his vices. But when the last manuscript had been torn up and sent flying out of window, he felt, for some reason, suddenly bitter and angry; he... | years or longer suffering from the same disease, and the doctors assured him that there was no danger, and had only advised him to avoid excitement, to lead a regular life, and to speak as little as possible. In January again his lecture did not take place owing to the same reason, and in February it was too late to be... | had been two years before, how he had worked off his anger at his spiritual emptiness, his boredom, his loneliness, and his dissatisfaction with life by revenging himself on people in no way to blame. He remembered, also, how he had torn up his dissertation and all the articles he had written during his illness, and ho... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
"Why did you not believe me?" | The Black Monk | the middle of the room.<|quote|>"Why did you not believe me?"</|quote|>he asked reproachfully, looking affectionately | him, and stood still in the middle of the room.<|quote|>"Why did you not believe me?"</|quote|>he asked reproachfully, looking affectionately at Kovrin. "If you had | growing smaller and darker as it came, and Kovrin only just had time to get out of the way to let it pass.... The monk with bare grey head, black eyebrows, barefoot, his arms crossed over his breast, floated by him, and stood still in the middle of the room.<|quote|>"Why did you not believe me?"</|quote|>he asked repro... | his heart, and a thrill of the sweet, exquisite delight he had so long forgotten began to stir in his breast. A tall black column, like a whirlwind or a waterspout, appeared on the further side of the bay. It moved with fearful rapidity across the bay, towards the hotel, growing smaller and darker as it came, and Kovri... | him. And it really was hot and oppressive, and it would not have been amiss to have a bathe. Suddenly in the lower storey under the balcony a violin began playing, and two soft feminine voices began singing. It was something familiar. The song was about a maiden, full of sick fancies, who heard one night in her garden ... | of a mediocre learned man, he, Kovrin, had had to study for fifteen years, to work day and night, to endure a terrible mental illness, to experience an unhappy marriage, and to do a great number of stupid and unjust things which it would have been pleasant not to remember. Kovrin recognised clearly, now, that he was a ... | open the envelope, and, going back into his room, read: "My father is just dead. I owe that to you, for you have killed him. Our garden is being ruined; strangers are managing it already--that is, the very thing is happening that poor father dreaded. That, too, I owe to you. I hate you with my whole soul, and I hope yo... | forty, a university chair, to be an ordinary professor, to expound ordinary and second-hand thoughts in dull, heavy, insipid language--in fact, to gain the position of a mediocre learned man, he, Kovrin, had had to study for fifteen years, to work day and night, to endure a terrible mental illness, to experience an unh... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
he asked reproachfully, looking affectionately at Kovrin. | No speaker | did you not believe me?"<|quote|>he asked reproachfully, looking affectionately at Kovrin.</|quote|>"If you had believed me | middle of the room. "Why did you not believe me?"<|quote|>he asked reproachfully, looking affectionately at Kovrin.</|quote|>"If you had believed me then, that you were a | came, and Kovrin only just had time to get out of the way to let it pass.... The monk with bare grey head, black eyebrows, barefoot, his arms crossed over his breast, floated by him, and stood still in the middle of the room. "Why did you not believe me?"<|quote|>he asked reproachfully, looking affectionately at Kovrin... | the sweet, exquisite delight he had so long forgotten began to stir in his breast. A tall black column, like a whirlwind or a waterspout, appeared on the further side of the bay. It moved with fearful rapidity across the bay, towards the hotel, growing smaller and darker as it came, and Kovrin only just had time to get... | and oppressive, and it would not have been amiss to have a bathe. Suddenly in the lower storey under the balcony a violin began playing, and two soft feminine voices began singing. It was something familiar. The song was about a maiden, full of sick fancies, who heard one night in her garden mysterious sounds, so stran... | Kovrin, had had to study for fifteen years, to work day and night, to endure a terrible mental illness, to experience an unhappy marriage, and to do a great number of stupid and unjust things which it would have been pleasant not to remember. Kovrin recognised clearly, now, that he was a mediocrity, and readily resigne... | into his room, read: "My father is just dead. I owe that to you, for you have killed him. Our garden is being ruined; strangers are managing it already--that is, the very thing is happening that poor father dreaded. That, too, I owe to you. I hate you with my whole soul, and I hope you may soon perish. Oh, how wretched... | a man. For instance, to gain, before forty, a university chair, to be an ordinary professor, to expound ordinary and second-hand thoughts in dull, heavy, insipid language--in fact, to gain the position of a mediocre learned man, he, Kovrin, had had to study for fifteen years, to work day and night, to endure a terrible... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
"If you had believed me then, that you were a genius, you would not have spent these two years so gloomily and so wretchedly." | The Black Monk | reproachfully, looking affectionately at Kovrin.<|quote|>"If you had believed me then, that you were a genius, you would not have spent these two years so gloomily and so wretchedly."</|quote|>Kovrin already believed that he | not believe me?" he asked reproachfully, looking affectionately at Kovrin.<|quote|>"If you had believed me then, that you were a genius, you would not have spent these two years so gloomily and so wretchedly."</|quote|>Kovrin already believed that he was one of God's chosen | to get out of the way to let it pass.... The monk with bare grey head, black eyebrows, barefoot, his arms crossed over his breast, floated by him, and stood still in the middle of the room. "Why did you not believe me?" he asked reproachfully, looking affectionately at Kovrin.<|quote|>"If you had believed me then, that... | long forgotten began to stir in his breast. A tall black column, like a whirlwind or a waterspout, appeared on the further side of the bay. It moved with fearful rapidity across the bay, towards the hotel, growing smaller and darker as it came, and Kovrin only just had time to get out of the way to let it pass.... The ... | been amiss to have a bathe. Suddenly in the lower storey under the balcony a violin began playing, and two soft feminine voices began singing. It was something familiar. The song was about a maiden, full of sick fancies, who heard one night in her garden mysterious sounds, so strange and lovely that she was obliged to ... | years, to work day and night, to endure a terrible mental illness, to experience an unhappy marriage, and to do a great number of stupid and unjust things which it would have been pleasant not to remember. Kovrin recognised clearly, now, that he was a mediocrity, and readily resigned himself to it, as he considered tha... | just dead. I owe that to you, for you have killed him. Our garden is being ruined; strangers are managing it already--that is, the very thing is happening that poor father dreaded. That, too, I owe to you. I hate you with my whole soul, and I hope you may soon perish. Oh, how wretched I am! Insufferable anguish is burn... | of a mediocre learned man, he, Kovrin, had had to study for fifteen years, to work day and night, to endure a terrible mental illness, to experience an unhappy marriage, and to do a great number of stupid and unjust things which it would have been pleasant not to remember. Kovrin recognised clearly, now, that he was a ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
Kovrin already believed that he was one of God's chosen and a genius; he vividly recalled his conversations with the monk in the past and tried to speak, but the blood flowed from his throat on to his breast, and not knowing what he was doing, he passed his hands over his breast, and his cuffs were soaked with blood. H... | No speaker | so gloomily and so wretchedly."<|quote|>Kovrin already believed that he was one of God's chosen and a genius; he vividly recalled his conversations with the monk in the past and tried to speak, but the blood flowed from his throat on to his breast, and not knowing what he was doing, he passed his hands over his breast,... | have spent these two years so gloomily and so wretchedly."<|quote|>Kovrin already believed that he was one of God's chosen and a genius; he vividly recalled his conversations with the monk in the past and tried to speak, but the blood flowed from his throat on to his breast, and not knowing what he was doing, he passed... | breast, floated by him, and stood still in the middle of the room. "Why did you not believe me?" he asked reproachfully, looking affectionately at Kovrin. "If you had believed me then, that you were a genius, you would not have spent these two years so gloomily and so wretchedly."<|quote|>Kovrin already believed that h... | the bay. It moved with fearful rapidity across the bay, towards the hotel, growing smaller and darker as it came, and Kovrin only just had time to get out of the way to let it pass.... The monk with bare grey head, black eyebrows, barefoot, his arms crossed over his breast, floated by him, and stood still in the middle... | singing. It was something familiar. The song was about a maiden, full of sick fancies, who heard one night in her garden mysterious sounds, so strange and lovely that she was obliged to recognise them as a holy harmony which is unintelligible to us mortals, and so flies back to heaven.... Kovrin caught his breath and t... | stupid and unjust things which it would have been pleasant not to remember. Kovrin recognised clearly, now, that he was a mediocrity, and readily resigned himself to it, as he considered that every man ought to be satisfied with what he is. The plan of the volume would have soothed him completely, but the torn letter s... | very thing is happening that poor father dreaded. That, too, I owe to you. I hate you with my whole soul, and I hope you may soon perish. Oh, how wretched I am! Insufferable anguish is burning my soul.... My curses on you. I took you for an extraordinary man, a genius; I loved you, and you have turned out a madman...."... | out of hand the best thing for him to do was to work. He must sit down to the table and force himself, at all costs, to concentrate his mind on some one thought. He took from his red portfolio a manuscript containing a sketch of a small work of the nature of a compilation, which he had planned in case he should find it... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
"Tanya!" | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | made an effort and said:<|quote|>"Tanya!"</|quote|>He fell on the floor, | asleep behind the screen; he made an effort and said:<|quote|>"Tanya!"</|quote|>He fell on the floor, and propping himself on his | but the blood flowed from his throat on to his breast, and not knowing what he was doing, he passed his hands over his breast, and his cuffs were soaked with blood. He tried to call Varvara Nikolaevna, who was asleep behind the screen; he made an effort and said:<|quote|>"Tanya!"</|quote|>He fell on the floor, and prop... | had believed me then, that you were a genius, you would not have spent these two years so gloomily and so wretchedly." Kovrin already believed that he was one of God's chosen and a genius; he vividly recalled his conversations with the monk in the past and tried to speak, but the blood flowed from his throat on to his ... | began to stir in his breast. A tall black column, like a whirlwind or a waterspout, appeared on the further side of the bay. It moved with fearful rapidity across the bay, towards the hotel, growing smaller and darker as it came, and Kovrin only just had time to get out of the way to let it pass.... The monk with bare ... | of the letter and threw them out of window, but there was a light wind blowing from the sea, and the bits of paper were scattered on the windowsill. Again he was overcome by uneasiness akin to terror, and he felt as though in the whole hotel there were no living soul but himself.... He went out on the balcony. The bay,... | overcome by an uneasiness that was akin to terror. Varvara Nikolaevna was asleep behind the screen, and he could hear her breathing. From the lower storey came the sounds of laughter and women's voices, but he felt as though in the whole hotel there were no living soul but him. Because Tanya, unhappy, broken by sorrow,... | experience an unhappy marriage, and to do a great number of stupid and unjust things which it would have been pleasant not to remember. Kovrin recognised clearly, now, that he was a mediocrity, and readily resigned himself to it, as he considered that every man ought to be satisfied with what he is. The plan of the vol... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
He fell on the floor, and propping himself on his arms, called again: | No speaker | an effort and said: "Tanya!"<|quote|>He fell on the floor, and propping himself on his arms, called again:</|quote|>"Tanya!" He called Tanya, called | behind the screen; he made an effort and said: "Tanya!"<|quote|>He fell on the floor, and propping himself on his arms, called again:</|quote|>"Tanya!" He called Tanya, called to the great garden with | the blood flowed from his throat on to his breast, and not knowing what he was doing, he passed his hands over his breast, and his cuffs were soaked with blood. He tried to call Varvara Nikolaevna, who was asleep behind the screen; he made an effort and said: "Tanya!"<|quote|>He fell on the floor, and propping himself ... | believed me then, that you were a genius, you would not have spent these two years so gloomily and so wretchedly." Kovrin already believed that he was one of God's chosen and a genius; he vividly recalled his conversations with the monk in the past and tried to speak, but the blood flowed from his throat on to his brea... | to stir in his breast. A tall black column, like a whirlwind or a waterspout, appeared on the further side of the bay. It moved with fearful rapidity across the bay, towards the hotel, growing smaller and darker as it came, and Kovrin only just had time to get out of the way to let it pass.... The monk with bare grey h... | the letter and threw them out of window, but there was a light wind blowing from the sea, and the bits of paper were scattered on the windowsill. Again he was overcome by uneasiness akin to terror, and he felt as though in the whole hotel there were no living soul but himself.... He went out on the balcony. The bay, li... | by an uneasiness that was akin to terror. Varvara Nikolaevna was asleep behind the screen, and he could hear her breathing. From the lower storey came the sounds of laughter and women's voices, but he felt as though in the whole hotel there were no living soul but him. Because Tanya, unhappy, broken by sorrow, had curs... | living thing, looked at him with its multitude of light blue, dark blue, turquoise and fiery eyes, and seemed beckoning to him. And it really was hot and oppressive, and it would not have been amiss to have a bathe. Suddenly in the lower storey under the balcony a violin began playing, and two soft feminine voices bega... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
"Tanya!" | Andrey Vassilitch Kovrin | on his arms, called again:<|quote|>"Tanya!"</|quote|>He called Tanya, called to | the floor, and propping himself on his arms, called again:<|quote|>"Tanya!"</|quote|>He called Tanya, called to the great garden with the | what he was doing, he passed his hands over his breast, and his cuffs were soaked with blood. He tried to call Varvara Nikolaevna, who was asleep behind the screen; he made an effort and said: "Tanya!" He fell on the floor, and propping himself on his arms, called again:<|quote|>"Tanya!"</|quote|>He called Tanya, calle... | these two years so gloomily and so wretchedly." Kovrin already believed that he was one of God's chosen and a genius; he vividly recalled his conversations with the monk in the past and tried to speak, but the blood flowed from his throat on to his breast, and not knowing what he was doing, he passed his hands over his... | a waterspout, appeared on the further side of the bay. It moved with fearful rapidity across the bay, towards the hotel, growing smaller and darker as it came, and Kovrin only just had time to get out of the way to let it pass.... The monk with bare grey head, black eyebrows, barefoot, his arms crossed over his breast,... | wind blowing from the sea, and the bits of paper were scattered on the windowsill. Again he was overcome by uneasiness akin to terror, and he felt as though in the whole hotel there were no living soul but himself.... He went out on the balcony. The bay, like a living thing, looked at him with its multitude of light bl... | the screen, and he could hear her breathing. From the lower storey came the sounds of laughter and women's voices, but he felt as though in the whole hotel there were no living soul but him. Because Tanya, unhappy, broken by sorrow, had cursed him in her letter and hoped for his perdition, he felt eerie and kept glanci... | back. The manuscript with the sketch even led him to meditation on the vanity of the world. He thought how much life exacts for the worthless or very commonplace blessings it can give a man. For instance, to gain, before forty, a university chair, to be an ordinary professor, to expound ordinary and second-hand thought... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
He called Tanya, called to the great garden with the gorgeous flowers sprinkled with dew, called to the park, the pines with their shaggy roots, the rye-field, his marvellous learning, his youth, courage, joy--called to life, which was so lovely. He saw on the floor near his face a great pool of blood, and was too weak... | No speaker | his arms, called again: "Tanya!"<|quote|>He called Tanya, called to the great garden with the gorgeous flowers sprinkled with dew, called to the park, the pines with their shaggy roots, the rye-field, his marvellous learning, his youth, courage, joy--called to life, which was so lovely. He saw on the floor near his fac... | floor, and propping himself on his arms, called again: "Tanya!"<|quote|>He called Tanya, called to the great garden with the gorgeous flowers sprinkled with dew, called to the park, the pines with their shaggy roots, the rye-field, his marvellous learning, his youth, courage, joy--called to life, which was so lovely. H... | he was doing, he passed his hands over his breast, and his cuffs were soaked with blood. He tried to call Varvara Nikolaevna, who was asleep behind the screen; he made an effort and said: "Tanya!" He fell on the floor, and propping himself on his arms, called again: "Tanya!"<|quote|>He called Tanya, called to the great... | two years so gloomily and so wretchedly." Kovrin already believed that he was one of God's chosen and a genius; he vividly recalled his conversations with the monk in the past and tried to speak, but the blood flowed from his throat on to his breast, and not knowing what he was doing, he passed his hands over his breas... | waterspout, appeared on the further side of the bay. It moved with fearful rapidity across the bay, towards the hotel, growing smaller and darker as it came, and Kovrin only just had time to get out of the way to let it pass.... The monk with bare grey head, black eyebrows, barefoot, his arms crossed over his breast, f... | blowing from the sea, and the bits of paper were scattered on the windowsill. Again he was overcome by uneasiness akin to terror, and he felt as though in the whole hotel there were no living soul but himself.... He went out on the balcony. The bay, like a living thing, looked at him with its multitude of light blue, d... | screen, and he could hear her breathing. From the lower storey came the sounds of laughter and women's voices, but he felt as though in the whole hotel there were no living soul but him. Because Tanya, unhappy, broken by sorrow, had cursed him in her letter and hoped for his perdition, he felt eerie and kept glancing h... | voices began singing. It was something familiar. The song was about a maiden, full of sick fancies, who heard one night in her garden mysterious sounds, so strange and lovely that she was obliged to recognise them as a holy harmony which is unintelligible to us mortals, and so flies back to heaven.... Kovrin caught his... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (6) |
THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and | No speaker | <|quote|>THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages an... | <|quote|>THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages an... | <|quote|>THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages an... | <|quote|>THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages an... | <|quote|>THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages an... | <|quote|>THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages an... | <|quote|>THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages an... | <|quote|>THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages an... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"best brand" | No speaker | of the rusty sausages and<|quote|>"best brand"</|quote|>sardines that have been lying | shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and<|quote|>"best brand"</|quote|>sardines that have been lying for ten years on their | of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and<|quote|>"best brand"</|quote|>sar... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and<|quote|... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and<|quote|... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and<|quote|... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and<|quote|... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and<|quote|... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
sardines that have been lying for ten years on their shelves; the inns and restaurants keep open all night; the Military Commandant, his secretary, and the local garrison put on their best uniforms; the police flit to and fro like mad, while the effect on the ladies is beyond all description. The ladies of K----, heari... | No speaker | rusty sausages and "best brand"<|quote|>sardines that have been lying for ten years on their shelves; the inns and restaurants keep open all night; the Military Commandant, his secretary, and the local garrison put on their best uniforms; the police flit to and fro like mad, while the effect on the ladies is beyond all... | of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best brand"<|quote|>sardines that have been lying for ten years on their shelves; the inns and restaurants keep open all night; the Military Commandant, his secretary, and the local garrison put on their best uniforms; the police flit to and fro like mad, while the effect on th... | manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best brand"<|quote|>sardines that have ... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
they cried joyfully. | No speaker | military brass band. "The regiment!"<|quote|>they cried joyfully.</|quote|>"The regiment is coming!" What | choir rather than from a military brass band. "The regiment!"<|quote|>they cried joyfully.</|quote|>"The regiment is coming!" What could this unknown regiment that | their morning _deshabille_ and general untidiness, they rushed breathless with excitement to meet the regiment, and listened greedily to the band playing the march. Looking at their pale, ecstatic faces, one might have thought those strains came from some heavenly choir rather than from a military brass band. "The regi... | Commandant, his secretary, and the local garrison put on their best uniforms; the police flit to and fro like mad, while the effect on the ladies is beyond all description. The ladies of K----, hearing the regiment approaching, forsook their pans of boiling jam and ran into the street. Forgetting their morning _deshabi... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
What could this unknown regiment that came by chance to-day and would depart at dawn to-morrow mean to them? Afterwards, when the officers were standing in the middle of the square, and, with their hands behind them, discussing the question of billets, all the ladies were gathered together at the examining magistrate's... | No speaker | joyfully. "The regiment is coming!"<|quote|>What could this unknown regiment that came by chance to-day and would depart at dawn to-morrow mean to them? Afterwards, when the officers were standing in the middle of the square, and, with their hands behind them, discussing the question of billets, all the ladies were gat... | band. "The regiment!" they cried joyfully. "The regiment is coming!"<|quote|>What could this unknown regiment that came by chance to-day and would depart at dawn to-morrow mean to them? Afterwards, when the officers were standing in the middle of the square, and, with their hands behind them, discussing the question of... | rushed breathless with excitement to meet the regiment, and listened greedily to the band playing the march. Looking at their pale, ecstatic faces, one might have thought those strains came from some heavenly choir rather than from a military brass band. "The regiment!" they cried joyfully. "The regiment is coming!"<|q... | put on their best uniforms; the police flit to and fro like mad, while the effect on the ladies is beyond all description. The ladies of K----, hearing the regiment approaching, forsook their pans of boiling jam and ran into the street. Forgetting their morning _deshabille_ and general untidiness, they rushed breathles... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"College for Young Ladies," | No speaker | used to dance at the<|quote|>"College for Young Ladies,"</|quote|>dreaming of a life of | that faraway past when she used to dance at the<|quote|>"College for Young Ladies,"</|quote|>dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never | face carefully powdered, she danced without pausing for breath--danced till she was ready to drop exhausted. But though she was exhausted in body, her spirit was inexhaustible.... One could see as she danced that her thoughts were with the past, that faraway past when she used to dance at the<|quote|>"College for Young... | literature and sing students' songs, but now, as he said of himself, he was a tax-collector and nothing more. He stood leaning against the doorpost, his eyes fixed on his wife, Anna Pavlovna, a little brunette of thirty, with a long nose and a pointed chin. Tightly laced, with her face carefully powdered, she danced wi... | and husbands, forced temporarily into the background, crowded round the meagre refreshment table in the entrance hall. All these government cashiers, secretaries, clerks, and superintendents--stale, sickly-looking, clumsy figures--were perfectly well aware of their inferiority. They did not even enter the ball-room, bu... | wife had a baby born dead every year; that the adjutant was hopelessly in love with some countess, and had even once attempted suicide. They knew everything. When a pock-marked soldier in a red shirt darted past the windows, they knew for certain that it was Lieutenant Rymzov's orderly running about the town, trying to... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | glimpse of the officers' backs, but had already decided that there was not one handsome or interesting man among them.... Having talked to their hearts' content, they sent for the Military Commandant and the committee of the club, and instructed them at all costs to make arrangements for a dance. Their wishes were carr... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband was to be a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up with dancing and there was nowhere he could play a g... | No speaker | the "College for Young Ladies,"<|quote|>dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband was to be a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up with dancing... | she used to dance at the "College for Young Ladies,"<|quote|>dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband was to be a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was ... | danced without pausing for breath--danced till she was ready to drop exhausted. But though she was exhausted in body, her spirit was inexhaustible.... One could see as she danced that her thoughts were with the past, that faraway past when she used to dance at the "College for Young Ladies,"<|quote|>dreaming of a life ... | songs, but now, as he said of himself, he was a tax-collector and nothing more. He stood leaning against the doorpost, his eyes fixed on his wife, Anna Pavlovna, a little brunette of thirty, with a long nose and a pointed chin. Tightly laced, with her face carefully powdered, she danced without pausing for breath--danc... | into the background, crowded round the meagre refreshment table in the entrance hall. All these government cashiers, secretaries, clerks, and superintendents--stale, sickly-looking, clumsy figures--were perfectly well aware of their inferiority. They did not even enter the ball-room, but contented themselves with watch... | born dead every year; that the adjutant was hopelessly in love with some countess, and had even once attempted suicide. They knew everything. When a pock-marked soldier in a red shirt darted past the windows, they knew for certain that it was Lieutenant Rymzov's orderly running about the town, trying to get some Englis... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | the clank of spurs, they threw themselves heart and soul into making the acquaintance of their new partners, and quite forgot their old civilian friends. Their fathers and husbands, forced temporarily into the background, crowded round the meagre refreshment table in the entrance hall. All these government cashiers, se... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"It makes me sick to look at her!" | Shalikov | happiness on his wife's face.<|quote|>"It makes me sick to look at her!"</|quote|>he muttered. "Going on for | indignation was the expression of happiness on his wife's face.<|quote|>"It makes me sick to look at her!"</|quote|>he muttered. "Going on for forty, and nothing to boast | a game of cards; secondly, because he could not endure the sound of wind instruments; and, thirdly, because he fancied the officers treated the civilians somewhat too casually and disdainfully. But what above everything revolted him and moved him to indignation was the expression of happiness on his wife's face.<|quote... | and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband was to be a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up with dancing and there was nowhere he could play a game of cards; secondly, becau... | of himself, he was a tax-collector and nothing more. He stood leaning against the doorpost, his eyes fixed on his wife, Anna Pavlovna, a little brunette of thirty, with a long nose and a pointed chin. Tightly laced, with her face carefully powdered, she danced without pausing for breath--danced till she was ready to dr... | instructed them at all costs to make arrangements for a dance. Their wishes were carried out. At nine o'clock in the evening the military band was playing in the street before the club, while in the club itself the officers were dancing with the ladies of K----. The ladies felt as though they were on wings. Intoxicated... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | narrow, spiteful soul, given to drink, with a big, closely cropped head, and thick, protruding lips. He had had a university education; there had been a time when he used to read progressive literature and sing students' songs, but now, as he said of himself, he was a tax-collector and nothing more. He stood leaning ag... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
he muttered. | No speaker | sick to look at her!"<|quote|>he muttered.</|quote|>"Going on for forty, and | wife's face. "It makes me sick to look at her!"<|quote|>he muttered.</|quote|>"Going on for forty, and nothing to boast of at | not endure the sound of wind instruments; and, thirdly, because he fancied the officers treated the civilians somewhat too casually and disdainfully. But what above everything revolted him and moved him to indignation was the expression of happiness on his wife's face. "It makes me sick to look at her!"<|quote|>he mutt... | was to be a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up with dancing and there was nowhere he could play a game of cards; secondly, because he could not endure the sound of wind instrum... | more. He stood leaning against the doorpost, his eyes fixed on his wife, Anna Pavlovna, a little brunette of thirty, with a long nose and a pointed chin. Tightly laced, with her face carefully powdered, she danced without pausing for breath--danced till she was ready to drop exhausted. But though she was exhausted in b... | for a dance. Their wishes were carried out. At nine o'clock in the evening the military band was playing in the street before the club, while in the club itself the officers were dancing with the ladies of K----. The ladies felt as though they were on wings. Intoxicated by the dancing, the music, and the clank of spurs... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | spurs, they threw themselves heart and soul into making the acquaintance of their new partners, and quite forgot their old civilian friends. Their fathers and husbands, forced temporarily into the background, crowded round the meagre refreshment table in the entrance hall. All these government cashiers, secretaries, cl... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"Going on for forty, and nothing to boast of at any time, and she must powder her face and lace herself up! And frizzing her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!" | Shalikov | look at her!" he muttered.<|quote|>"Going on for forty, and nothing to boast of at any time, and she must powder her face and lace herself up! And frizzing her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!"</|quote|>Anna Pavlovna was so lost | "It makes me sick to look at her!" he muttered.<|quote|>"Going on for forty, and nothing to boast of at any time, and she must powder her face and lace herself up! And frizzing her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!"</|quote|>Anna Pav... | the sound of wind instruments; and, thirdly, because he fancied the officers treated the civilians somewhat too casually and disdainfully. But what above everything revolted him and moved him to indignation was the expression of happiness on his wife's face. "It makes me sick to look at her!" he muttered.<|quote|>"Goin... | be a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up with dancing and there was nowhere he could play a game of cards; secondly, because he could not endure the sound of wind instruments; a... | stood leaning against the doorpost, his eyes fixed on his wife, Anna Pavlovna, a little brunette of thirty, with a long nose and a pointed chin. Tightly laced, with her face carefully powdered, she danced without pausing for breath--danced till she was ready to drop exhausted. But though she was exhausted in body, her ... | dance. Their wishes were carried out. At nine o'clock in the evening the military band was playing in the street before the club, while in the club itself the officers were dancing with the ladies of K----. The ladies felt as though they were on wings. Intoxicated by the dancing, the music, and the clank of spurs, they... | THE HUSBAND IN the course of the manoeuvres the N---- cavalry regiment halted for a night at the district town of K----. Such an event as the visit of officers always has the most exciting and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best b... | contented themselves with watching their wives and daughters in the distance dancing with the accomplished and graceful officers. Among the husbands was Shalikov, the tax-collector--a narrow, spiteful soul, given to drink, with a big, closely cropped head, and thick, protruding lips. He had had a university education; ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband. | No speaker | pretty figure, upon my soul!"<|quote|>Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband.</|quote|>"Of course not! Where do | in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!"<|quote|>Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband.</|quote|>"Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come | at her!" he muttered. "Going on for forty, and nothing to boast of at any time, and she must powder her face and lace herself up! And frizzing her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!"<|quote|>Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance that... | he could not endure the sound of wind instruments; and, thirdly, because he fancied the officers treated the civilians somewhat too casually and disdainfully. But what above everything revolted him and moved him to indignation was the expression of happiness on his wife's face. "It makes me sick to look at her!" he mut... | But though she was exhausted in body, her spirit was inexhaustible.... One could see as she danced that her thoughts were with the past, that faraway past when she used to dance at the "College for Young Ladies," dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband was to be a prince or, at the ... | Intoxicated by the dancing, the music, and the clank of spurs, they threw themselves heart and soul into making the acquaintance of their new partners, and quite forgot their old civilian friends. Their fathers and husbands, forced temporarily into the background, crowded round the meagre refreshment table in the entra... | and inspiring effect on the inhabitants of provincial towns. The shopkeepers dream of getting rid of the rusty sausages and "best brand" sardines that have been lying for ten years on their shelves; the inns and restaurants keep open all night; the Military Commandant, his secretary, and the local garrison put on their... | ready to drop exhausted. But though she was exhausted in body, her spirit was inexhaustible.... One could see as she danced that her thoughts were with the past, that faraway past when she used to dance at the "College for Young Ladies," dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband was t... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!" | Shalikov | once glance at her husband.<|quote|>"Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!"</|quote|>sneered the tax-collector. "We are | dance that she did not once glance at her husband.<|quote|>"Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!"</|quote|>sneered the tax-collector. "We are at a discount now.... We're | she must powder her face and lace herself up! And frizzing her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!" Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband.<|quote|>"Of course not! Where do we poor country bu... | the civilians somewhat too casually and disdainfully. But what above everything revolted him and moved him to indignation was the expression of happiness on his wife's face. "It makes me sick to look at her!" he muttered. "Going on for forty, and nothing to boast of at any time, and she must powder her face and lace he... | that her thoughts were with the past, that faraway past when she used to dance at the "College for Young Ladies," dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband was to be a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeli... | into making the acquaintance of their new partners, and quite forgot their old civilian friends. Their fathers and husbands, forced temporarily into the background, crowded round the meagre refreshment table in the entrance hall. All these government cashiers, secretaries, clerks, and superintendents--stale, sickly-loo... | rusty sausages and "best brand" sardines that have been lying for ten years on their shelves; the inns and restaurants keep open all night; the Military Commandant, his secretary, and the local garrison put on their best uniforms; the police flit to and fro like mad, while the effect on the ladies is beyond all descrip... | to read progressive literature and sing students' songs, but now, as he said of himself, he was a tax-collector and nothing more. He stood leaning against the doorpost, his eyes fixed on his wife, Anna Pavlovna, a little brunette of thirty, with a long nose and a pointed chin. Tightly laced, with her face carefully pow... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
sneered the tax-collector. | No speaker | poor country bumpkins come in!"<|quote|>sneered the tax-collector.</|quote|>"We are at a discount | course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!"<|quote|>sneered the tax-collector.</|quote|>"We are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished | her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!" Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband. "Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!"<|quote|>sneered the tax-collector.</|quote|>"We ar... | revolted him and moved him to indignation was the expression of happiness on his wife's face. "It makes me sick to look at her!" he muttered. "Going on for forty, and nothing to boast of at any time, and she must powder her face and lace herself up! And frizzing her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's d... | she used to dance at the "College for Young Ladies," dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband was to be a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up... | their old civilian friends. Their fathers and husbands, forced temporarily into the background, crowded round the meagre refreshment table in the entrance hall. All these government cashiers, secretaries, clerks, and superintendents--stale, sickly-looking, clumsy figures--were perfectly well aware of their inferiority.... | ten years on their shelves; the inns and restaurants keep open all night; the Military Commandant, his secretary, and the local garrison put on their best uniforms; the police flit to and fro like mad, while the effect on the ladies is beyond all description. The ladies of K----, hearing the regiment approaching, forso... | ale on tick for his master. They had only caught a passing glimpse of the officers' backs, but had already decided that there was not one handsome or interesting man among them.... Having talked to their hearts' content, they sent for the Military Commandant and the committee of the club, and instructed them at all cos... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"We are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial bears, and she's the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of her looks to please even officers ... They'd not object to making love to her, I dare say!" | Shalikov | come in!" sneered the tax-collector.<|quote|>"We are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial bears, and she's the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of her looks to please even officers ... They'd not object to making love to her, I dare say!"</|quote|>During the mazurka the tax-collector's | do we poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-collector.<|quote|>"We are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial bears, and she's the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of her looks to please even officers ... They'd not object to making love to her, I dare say!"</|quote|>During the ... | and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!" Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband. "Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-collector.<|quote|>"We are at a discount now.... We'r... | moved him to indignation was the expression of happiness on his wife's face. "It makes me sick to look at her!" he muttered. "Going on for forty, and nothing to boast of at any time, and she must powder her face and lace herself up! And frizzing her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in... | dance at the "College for Young Ladies," dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband was to be a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up with dancin... | friends. Their fathers and husbands, forced temporarily into the background, crowded round the meagre refreshment table in the entrance hall. All these government cashiers, secretaries, clerks, and superintendents--stale, sickly-looking, clumsy figures--were perfectly well aware of their inferiority. They did not even ... | their shelves; the inns and restaurants keep open all night; the Military Commandant, his secretary, and the local garrison put on their best uniforms; the police flit to and fro like mad, while the effect on the ladies is beyond all description. The ladies of K----, hearing the regiment approaching, forsook their pans... | their inferiority. They did not even enter the ball-room, but contented themselves with watching their wives and daughters in the distance dancing with the accomplished and graceful officers. Among the husbands was Shalikov, the tax-collector--a narrow, spiteful soul, given to drink, with a big, closely cropped head, a... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
During the mazurka the tax-collector's face twitched with spite. A black-haired officer with prominent eyes and Tartar cheekbones danced the mazurka with Anna Pavlovna. Assuming a stern expression, he worked his legs with gravity and feeling, and so crooked his knees that he looked like a jack-a-dandy pulled by strings... | No speaker | to her, I dare say!"<|quote|>During the mazurka the tax-collector's face twitched with spite. A black-haired officer with prominent eyes and Tartar cheekbones danced the mazurka with Anna Pavlovna. Assuming a stern expression, he worked his legs with gravity and feeling, and so crooked his knees that he looked like a j... | not object to making love to her, I dare say!"<|quote|>During the mazurka the tax-collector's face twitched with spite. A black-haired officer with prominent eyes and Tartar cheekbones danced the mazurka with Anna Pavlovna. Assuming a stern expression, he worked his legs with gravity and feeling, and so crooked his kne... | poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-collector. "We are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial bears, and she's the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of her looks to please even officers ... They'd not object to making love to her, I dare say!"<|quote|>During the mazurka the tax... | lace herself up! And frizzing her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!" Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband. "Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-coll... | he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up with dancing and there was nowhere he could play a game of cards; secondly, because he could not endure the sound of wind instruments; and, thirdly, because he fancied the officers treated the civilians somewhat too casually and disdainfully. But... | the ball-room, but contented themselves with watching their wives and daughters in the distance dancing with the accomplished and graceful officers. Among the husbands was Shalikov, the tax-collector--a narrow, spiteful soul, given to drink, with a big, closely cropped head, and thick, protruding lips. He had had a uni... | The ladies of K----, hearing the regiment approaching, forsook their pans of boiling jam and ran into the street. Forgetting their morning _deshabille_ and general untidiness, they rushed breathless with excitement to meet the regiment, and listened greedily to the band playing the march. Looking at their pale, ecstati... | about the town, trying to get some English bitter ale on tick for his master. They had only caught a passing glimpse of the officers' backs, but had already decided that there was not one handsome or interesting man among them.... Having talked to their hearts' content, they sent for the Military Commandant and the com... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully," | Shalikov | fancied now in her excitement....<|quote|>"You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully,"</|quote|>he muttered. "You are not | means so delightful as she fancied now in her excitement....<|quote|>"You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully,"</|quote|>he muttered. "You are not a boarding-school miss, you are | face but her whole figure was expressive of beatitude.... The tax-collector could endure it no longer; he felt a desire to jeer at that beatitude, to make Anna Pavlovna feel that she had forgotten herself, that life was by no means so delightful as she fancied now in her excitement....<|quote|>"You wait; I'll teach you... | while Anna Pavlovna, pale and thrilled, bending her figure languidly and turning her eyes up, tried to look as though she scarcely touched the floor, and evidently felt herself that she was not on earth, not at the local club, but somewhere far, far away--in the clouds. Not only her face but her whole figure was expres... | poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-collector. "We are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial bears, and she's the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of her looks to please even officers ... They'd not object to making love to her, I dare say!" During the mazurka the tax-collect... | past, that faraway past when she used to dance at the "College for Young Ladies," dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband was to be a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, ... | married, but not living with his wife; that the senior officer's wife had a baby born dead every year; that the adjutant was hopelessly in love with some countess, and had even once attempted suicide. They knew everything. When a pock-marked soldier in a red shirt darted past the windows, they knew for certain that it ... | with the accomplished and graceful officers. Among the husbands was Shalikov, the tax-collector--a narrow, spiteful soul, given to drink, with a big, closely cropped head, and thick, protruding lips. He had had a university education; there had been a time when he used to read progressive literature and sing students' ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
he muttered. | No speaker | you to smile so blissfully,"<|quote|>he muttered.</|quote|>"You are not a boarding-school | excitement.... "You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully,"<|quote|>he muttered.</|quote|>"You are not a boarding-school miss, you are not a | The tax-collector could endure it no longer; he felt a desire to jeer at that beatitude, to make Anna Pavlovna feel that she had forgotten herself, that life was by no means so delightful as she fancied now in her excitement.... "You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully,"<|quote|>he muttered.</|quote|>"You are n... | languidly and turning her eyes up, tried to look as though she scarcely touched the floor, and evidently felt herself that she was not on earth, not at the local club, but somewhere far, far away--in the clouds. Not only her face but her whole figure was expressive of beatitude.... The tax-collector could endure it no ... | are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial bears, and she's the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of her looks to please even officers ... They'd not object to making love to her, I dare say!" During the mazurka the tax-collector's face twitched with spite. A black-haired officer with prom... | at the "College for Young Ladies," dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband was to be a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up with dancing and ... | senior officer's wife had a baby born dead every year; that the adjutant was hopelessly in love with some countess, and had even once attempted suicide. They knew everything. When a pock-marked soldier in a red shirt darted past the windows, they knew for certain that it was Lieutenant Rymzov's orderly running about th... | a university education; there had been a time when he used to read progressive literature and sing students' songs, but now, as he said of himself, he was a tax-collector and nothing more. He stood leaning against the doorpost, his eyes fixed on his wife, Anna Pavlovna, a little brunette of thirty, with a long nose and... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"You are not a boarding-school miss, you are not a girl. An old fright ought to realise she is a fright!" | Shalikov | smile so blissfully," he muttered.<|quote|>"You are not a boarding-school miss, you are not a girl. An old fright ought to realise she is a fright!"</|quote|>Petty feelings of envy, vexation, | wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully," he muttered.<|quote|>"You are not a boarding-school miss, you are not a girl. An old fright ought to realise she is a fright!"</|quote|>Petty feelings of envy, vexation, wounded vanity, of that small, | could endure it no longer; he felt a desire to jeer at that beatitude, to make Anna Pavlovna feel that she had forgotten herself, that life was by no means so delightful as she fancied now in her excitement.... "You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully," he muttered.<|quote|>"You are not a boarding-school miss, ... | turning her eyes up, tried to look as though she scarcely touched the floor, and evidently felt herself that she was not on earth, not at the local club, but somewhere far, far away--in the clouds. Not only her face but her whole figure was expressive of beatitude.... The tax-collector could endure it no longer; he fel... | a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial bears, and she's the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of her looks to please even officers ... They'd not object to making love to her, I dare say!" During the mazurka the tax-collector's face twitched with spite. A black-haired officer with prominent e... | "College for Young Ladies," dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband was to be a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up with dancing and there w... | wife had a baby born dead every year; that the adjutant was hopelessly in love with some countess, and had even once attempted suicide. They knew everything. When a pock-marked soldier in a red shirt darted past the windows, they knew for certain that it was Lieutenant Rymzov's orderly running about the town, trying to... | danced that her thoughts were with the past, that faraway past when she used to dance at the "College for Young Ladies," dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband was to be a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he wa... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
Petty feelings of envy, vexation, wounded vanity, of that small, provincial misanthropy engendered in petty officials by vodka and a sedentary life, swarmed in his heart like mice. Waiting for the end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting with her partner, and, flirt... | No speaker | realise she is a fright!"<|quote|>Petty feelings of envy, vexation, wounded vanity, of that small, provincial misanthropy engendered in petty officials by vodka and a sedentary life, swarmed in his heart like mice. Waiting for the end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was si... | An old fright ought to realise she is a fright!"<|quote|>Petty feelings of envy, vexation, wounded vanity, of that small, provincial misanthropy engendered in petty officials by vodka and a sedentary life, swarmed in his heart like mice. Waiting for the end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to his wif... | had forgotten herself, that life was by no means so delightful as she fancied now in her excitement.... "You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully," he muttered. "You are not a boarding-school miss, you are not a girl. An old fright ought to realise she is a fright!"<|quote|>Petty feelings of envy, vexation, woun... | not on earth, not at the local club, but somewhere far, far away--in the clouds. Not only her face but her whole figure was expressive of beatitude.... The tax-collector could endure it no longer; he felt a desire to jeer at that beatitude, to make Anna Pavlovna feel that she had forgotten herself, that life was by no ... | her looks to please even officers ... They'd not object to making love to her, I dare say!" During the mazurka the tax-collector's face twitched with spite. A black-haired officer with prominent eyes and Tartar cheekbones danced the mazurka with Anna Pavlovna. Assuming a stern expression, he worked his legs with gravit... | a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up with dancing and there was nowhere he could play a game of cards; secondly, because he could not endure the sound of wind instruments; and,... | once attempted suicide. They knew everything. When a pock-marked soldier in a red shirt darted past the windows, they knew for certain that it was Lieutenant Rymzov's orderly running about the town, trying to get some English bitter ale on tick for his master. They had only caught a passing glimpse of the officers' bac... | to drink, with a big, closely cropped head, and thick, protruding lips. He had had a university education; there had been a time when he used to read progressive literature and sing students' songs, but now, as he said of himself, he was a tax-collector and nothing more. He stood leaning against the doorpost, his eyes ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
). | No speaker | pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg"<|quote|>).</|quote|>"Anyuta, let us go home," | like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg"<|quote|>).</|quote|>"Anyuta, let us go home," croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her | went into the hall and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting with her partner, and, flirting her fan and coquettishly dropping her eyelids, was describing how she used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg"<|quote|>).</|quote|>"Anyuta, let u... | are not a girl. An old fright ought to realise she is a fright!" Petty feelings of envy, vexation, wounded vanity, of that small, provincial misanthropy engendered in petty officials by vodka and a sedentary life, swarmed in his heart like mice. Waiting for the end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to... | as though she scarcely touched the floor, and evidently felt herself that she was not on earth, not at the local club, but somewhere far, far away--in the clouds. Not only her face but her whole figure was expressive of beatitude.... The tax-collector could endure it no longer; he felt a desire to jeer at that beatitud... | his wife's face. "It makes me sick to look at her!" he muttered. "Going on for forty, and nothing to boast of at any time, and she must powder her face and lace herself up! And frizzing her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!" Anna Pav... | the club, and instructed them at all costs to make arrangements for a dance. Their wishes were carried out. At nine o'clock in the evening the military band was playing in the street before the club, while in the club itself the officers were dancing with the ladies of K----. The ladies felt as though they were on wing... | figure languidly and turning her eyes up, tried to look as though she scarcely touched the floor, and evidently felt herself that she was not on earth, not at the local club, but somewhere far, far away--in the clouds. Not only her face but her whole figure was expressive of beatitude.... The tax-collector could endure... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"Anyuta, let us go home," | Shalikov | "at home in Pütürsburg" ).<|quote|>"Anyuta, let us go home,"</|quote|>croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her | a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ).<|quote|>"Anyuta, let us go home,"</|quote|>croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna | into the hall and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting with her partner, and, flirting her fan and coquettishly dropping her eyelids, was describing how she used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ).<|quote|>"Anyuta, let us go home,"</|... | not a girl. An old fright ought to realise she is a fright!" Petty feelings of envy, vexation, wounded vanity, of that small, provincial misanthropy engendered in petty officials by vodka and a sedentary life, swarmed in his heart like mice. Waiting for the end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to his... | though she scarcely touched the floor, and evidently felt herself that she was not on earth, not at the local club, but somewhere far, far away--in the clouds. Not only her face but her whole figure was expressive of beatitude.... The tax-collector could endure it no longer; he felt a desire to jeer at that beatitude, ... | wife's face. "It makes me sick to look at her!" he muttered. "Going on for forty, and nothing to boast of at any time, and she must powder her face and lace herself up! And frizzing her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!" Anna Pavlovn... | club, and instructed them at all costs to make arrangements for a dance. Their wishes were carried out. At nine o'clock in the evening the military band was playing in the street before the club, while in the club itself the officers were dancing with the ladies of K----. The ladies felt as though they were on wings. I... | was ready to drop exhausted. But though she was exhausted in body, her spirit was inexhaustible.... One could see as she danced that her thoughts were with the past, that faraway past when she used to dance at the "College for Young Ladies," dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband w... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband. | No speaker | "Anyuta, let us go home,"<|quote|>croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband.</|quote|>"Let us go home," repea... | "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home,"<|quote|>croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband.</|quo... | up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting with her partner, and, flirting her fan and coquettishly dropping her eyelids, was describing how she used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home,"<|quote|>croaked the tax-collector. ... | fright ought to realise she is a fright!" Petty feelings of envy, vexation, wounded vanity, of that small, provincial misanthropy engendered in petty officials by vodka and a sedentary life, swarmed in his heart like mice. Waiting for the end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovn... | floor, and evidently felt herself that she was not on earth, not at the local club, but somewhere far, far away--in the clouds. Not only her face but her whole figure was expressive of beatitude.... The tax-collector could endure it no longer; he felt a desire to jeer at that beatitude, to make Anna Pavlovna feel that ... | sick to look at her!" he muttered. "Going on for forty, and nothing to boast of at any time, and she must powder her face and lace herself up! And frizzing her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!" Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance... | all costs to make arrangements for a dance. Their wishes were carried out. At nine o'clock in the evening the military band was playing in the street before the club, while in the club itself the officers were dancing with the ladies of K----. The ladies felt as though they were on wings. Intoxicated by the dancing, th... | secondly, because he could not endure the sound of wind instruments; and, thirdly, because he fancied the officers treated the civilians somewhat too casually and disdainfully. But what above everything revolted him and moved him to indignation was the expression of happiness on his wife's face. "It makes me sick to lo... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"Let us go home," | Shalikov | a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband.<|quote|>"Let us go home,"</|quote|>repeated the tax-collector. "Why? It's | ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband.<|quote|>"Let us go home,"</|quote|>repeated the tax-collector. "Why? It's quite early!" "I beg you | pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home," croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband.<|q... | end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting with her partner, and, flirting her fan and coquettishly dropping her eyelids, was describing how she used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta,... | it no longer; he felt a desire to jeer at that beatitude, to make Anna Pavlovna feel that she had forgotten herself, that life was by no means so delightful as she fancied now in her excitement.... "You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully," he muttered. "You are not a boarding-school miss, you are not a girl. A... | she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!" Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband. "Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-collector. "We are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial b... | with the ladies of K----. The ladies felt as though they were on wings. Intoxicated by the dancing, the music, and the clank of spurs, they threw themselves heart and soul into making the acquaintance of their new partners, and quite forgot their old civilian friends. Their fathers and husbands, forced temporarily into... | see as she danced that her thoughts were with the past, that faraway past when she used to dance at the "College for Young Ladies," dreaming of a life of luxury and gaiety, and never doubting that her husband was to be a prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jea... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
repeated the tax-collector. | No speaker | husband. "Let us go home,"<|quote|>repeated the tax-collector.</|quote|>"Why? It's quite early!" "I | such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband. "Let us go home,"<|quote|>repeated the tax-collector.</|quote|>"Why? It's quite early!" "I beg you to come home!" | Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home," croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband. "Let us go home,"<|quote|... | he went into the hall and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting with her partner, and, flirting her fan and coquettishly dropping her eyelids, was describing how she used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home," cr... | felt a desire to jeer at that beatitude, to make Anna Pavlovna feel that she had forgotten herself, that life was by no means so delightful as she fancied now in her excitement.... "You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully," he muttered. "You are not a boarding-school miss, you are not a girl. An old fright ough... | in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!" Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband. "Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-collector. "We are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial bears, and she's the qu... | K----. The ladies felt as though they were on wings. Intoxicated by the dancing, the music, and the clank of spurs, they threw themselves heart and soul into making the acquaintance of their new partners, and quite forgot their old civilian friends. Their fathers and husbands, forced temporarily into the background, cr... | the room was taken up with dancing and there was nowhere he could play a game of cards; secondly, because he could not endure the sound of wind instruments; and, thirdly, because he fancied the officers treated the civilians somewhat too casually and disdainfully. But what above everything revolted him and moved him to... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"I beg you to come home!" | Shalikov | tax-collector. "Why? It's quite early!"<|quote|>"I beg you to come home!"</|quote|>said the tax-collector deliberately, with | us go home," repeated the tax-collector. "Why? It's quite early!"<|quote|>"I beg you to come home!"</|quote|>said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression. "Why? Has | croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband. "Let us go home," repeated the tax-collector. "Why? It's quite ear... | up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting with her partner, and, flirting her fan and coquettishly dropping her eyelids, was describing how she used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home," croaked the tax-collector. Seeing h... | beatitude, to make Anna Pavlovna feel that she had forgotten herself, that life was by no means so delightful as she fancied now in her excitement.... "You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully," he muttered. "You are not a boarding-school miss, you are not a girl. An old fright ought to realise she is a fright!"... | upon my soul!" Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband. "Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-collector. "We are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial bears, and she's the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of... | were on wings. Intoxicated by the dancing, the music, and the clank of spurs, they threw themselves heart and soul into making the acquaintance of their new partners, and quite forgot their old civilian friends. Their fathers and husbands, forced temporarily into the background, crowded round the meagre refreshment tab... | she must powder her face and lace herself up! And frizzing her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!" Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband. "Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins c... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression. | No speaker | beg you to come home!"<|quote|>said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression.</|quote|>"Why? Has anything happened?" Anna | "Why? It's quite early!" "I beg you to come home!"<|quote|>said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression.</|quote|>"Why? Has anything happened?" Anna Pavlovna asked in a flutter. | standing before her, Anna Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband. "Let us go home," repeated the tax-collector. "Why? It's quite early!" "I beg you to come home!"<|quote|>said th... | was sitting with her partner, and, flirting her fan and coquettishly dropping her eyelids, was describing how she used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home," croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her... | that she had forgotten herself, that life was by no means so delightful as she fancied now in her excitement.... "You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully," he muttered. "You are not a boarding-school miss, you are not a girl. An old fright ought to realise she is a fright!" Petty feelings of envy, vexation, wou... | so lost in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband. "Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-collector. "We are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial bears, and she's the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of her looks to please even officer... | dancing, the music, and the clank of spurs, they threw themselves heart and soul into making the acquaintance of their new partners, and quite forgot their old civilian friends. Their fathers and husbands, forced temporarily into the background, crowded round the meagre refreshment table in the entrance hall. All these... | the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of her looks to please even officers ... They'd not object to making love to her, I dare say!" During the mazurka the tax-collector's face twitched with spite. A black-haired officer with prominent eyes and Tartar cheekbones danced the mazurka with Anna Pavlovna. Assuming a st... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
Anna Pavlovna asked in a flutter. | No speaker | expression. "Why? Has anything happened?"<|quote|>Anna Pavlovna asked in a flutter.</|quote|>"Nothing has happened, but I | tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression. "Why? Has anything happened?"<|quote|>Anna Pavlovna asked in a flutter.</|quote|>"Nothing has happened, but I wish you to go home | she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband. "Let us go home," repeated the tax-collector. "Why? It's quite early!" "I beg you to come home!" said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression. "Why? Has anything happened... | her eyelids, was describing how she used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home," croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; t... | delightful as she fancied now in her excitement.... "You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully," he muttered. "You are not a boarding-school miss, you are not a girl. An old fright ought to realise she is a fright!" Petty feelings of envy, vexation, wounded vanity, of that small, provincial misanthropy engendered... | her husband. "Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-collector. "We are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial bears, and she's the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of her looks to please even officers ... They'd not object to making love to her, I dare... | and soul into making the acquaintance of their new partners, and quite forgot their old civilian friends. Their fathers and husbands, forced temporarily into the background, crowded round the meagre refreshment table in the entrance hall. All these government cashiers, secretaries, clerks, and superintendents--stale, s... | herself up! And frizzing her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!" Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband. "Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-collector... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"Nothing has happened, but I wish you to go home at once.... I wish it; that's enough, and without further talk, please." | Shalikov | Pavlovna asked in a flutter.<|quote|>"Nothing has happened, but I wish you to go home at once.... I wish it; that's enough, and without further talk, please."</|quote|>Anna Pavlovna was not afraid | "Why? Has anything happened?" Anna Pavlovna asked in a flutter.<|quote|>"Nothing has happened, but I wish you to go home at once.... I wish it; that's enough, and without further talk, please."</|quote|>Anna Pavlovna was not afraid of her husband, but she | flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband. "Let us go home," repeated the tax-collector. "Why? It's quite early!" "I beg you to come home!" said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression. "Why? Has anything happened?" Anna Pavlovna asked in a ... | used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home," croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt a... | her excitement.... "You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully," he muttered. "You are not a boarding-school miss, you are not a girl. An old fright ought to realise she is a fright!" Petty feelings of envy, vexation, wounded vanity, of that small, provincial misanthropy engendered in petty officials by vodka and ... | do we poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-collector. "We are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial bears, and she's the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of her looks to please even officers ... They'd not object to making love to her, I dare say!" During the mazurka the tax-c... | of their new partners, and quite forgot their old civilian friends. Their fathers and husbands, forced temporarily into the background, crowded round the meagre refreshment table in the entrance hall. All these government cashiers, secretaries, clerks, and superintendents--stale, sickly-looking, clumsy figures--were pe... | in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband. "Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-collector. "We are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial bears, and she's the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of her looks to please even officers ... Th... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
Anna Pavlovna was not afraid of her husband, but she felt ashamed on account of her partner, who was looking at her husband with surprise and amusement. She got up and moved a little apart with her husband. | No speaker | and without further talk, please."<|quote|>Anna Pavlovna was not afraid of her husband, but she felt ashamed on account of her partner, who was looking at her husband with surprise and amusement. She got up and moved a little apart with her husband.</|quote|>"What notion is this?" she | I wish it; that's enough, and without further talk, please."<|quote|>Anna Pavlovna was not afraid of her husband, but she felt ashamed on account of her partner, who was looking at her husband with surprise and amusement. She got up and moved a little apart with her husband.</|quote|>"What notion is this?" she began. "... | "Why? It's quite early!" "I beg you to come home!" said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression. "Why? Has anything happened?" Anna Pavlovna asked in a flutter. "Nothing has happened, but I wish you to go home at once.... I wish it; that's enough, and without further talk, please."<|quote|>Anna Pavlo... | let us go home," croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband. "Let us go home," repeated the tax-collector. "Wh... | a girl. An old fright ought to realise she is a fright!" Petty feelings of envy, vexation, wounded vanity, of that small, provincial misanthropy engendered in petty officials by vodka and a sedentary life, swarmed in his heart like mice. Waiting for the end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to his wif... | and she's the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of her looks to please even officers ... They'd not object to making love to her, I dare say!" During the mazurka the tax-collector's face twitched with spite. A black-haired officer with prominent eyes and Tartar cheekbones danced the mazurka with Anna Pavlovna. Ass... | the meagre refreshment table in the entrance hall. All these government cashiers, secretaries, clerks, and superintendents--stale, sickly-looking, clumsy figures--were perfectly well aware of their inferiority. They did not even enter the ball-room, but contented themselves with watching their wives and daughters in th... | Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-collector. "We are at a discount now.... We're clumsy seals, unpolished provincial bears, and she's the queen of the ball! She has kept enough of her looks to please even officers ... They'd not object to making love to her, I dare say!" During the mazurka the... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
she began. | No speaker | husband. "What notion is this?"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"Why go home? Why, it's | a little apart with her husband. "What notion is this?"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"Why go home? Why, it's not eleven o'clock." "I wish | it; that's enough, and without further talk, please." Anna Pavlovna was not afraid of her husband, but she felt ashamed on account of her partner, who was looking at her husband with surprise and amusement. She got up and moved a little apart with her husband. "What notion is this?"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"Why go ... | husband. "Let us go home," repeated the tax-collector. "Why? It's quite early!" "I beg you to come home!" said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression. "Why? Has anything happened?" Anna Pavlovna asked in a flutter. "Nothing has happened, but I wish you to go home at once.... I wish it; that's enough... | the end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting with her partner, and, flirting her fan and coquettishly dropping her eyelids, was describing how she used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Any... | with prominent eyes and Tartar cheekbones danced the mazurka with Anna Pavlovna. Assuming a stern expression, he worked his legs with gravity and feeling, and so crooked his knees that he looked like a jack-a-dandy pulled by strings, while Anna Pavlovna, pale and thrilled, bending her figure languidly and turning her e... | the distance dancing with the accomplished and graceful officers. Among the husbands was Shalikov, the tax-collector--a narrow, spiteful soul, given to drink, with a big, closely cropped head, and thick, protruding lips. He had had a university education; there had been a time when he used to read progressive literatur... | that she had forgotten herself, that life was by no means so delightful as she fancied now in her excitement.... "You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully," he muttered. "You are not a boarding-school miss, you are not a girl. An old fright ought to realise she is a fright!" Petty feelings of envy, vexation, wou... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"I wish it, and that's enough. Come along, and that's all about it." | Shalikov | Why, it's not eleven o'clock."<|quote|>"I wish it, and that's enough. Come along, and that's all about it."</|quote|>"Don't be silly! Go home | she began. "Why go home? Why, it's not eleven o'clock."<|quote|>"I wish it, and that's enough. Come along, and that's all about it."</|quote|>"Don't be silly! Go home alone if you want to." | was not afraid of her husband, but she felt ashamed on account of her partner, who was looking at her husband with surprise and amusement. She got up and moved a little apart with her husband. "What notion is this?" she began. "Why go home? Why, it's not eleven o'clock."<|quote|>"I wish it, and that's enough. Come alon... | quite early!" "I beg you to come home!" said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression. "Why? Has anything happened?" Anna Pavlovna asked in a flutter. "Nothing has happened, but I wish you to go home at once.... I wish it; that's enough, and without further talk, please." Anna Pavlovna was not afraid ... | and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting with her partner, and, flirting her fan and coquettishly dropping her eyelids, was describing how she used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home," croaked the tax-collecto... | Anna Pavlovna. Assuming a stern expression, he worked his legs with gravity and feeling, and so crooked his knees that he looked like a jack-a-dandy pulled by strings, while Anna Pavlovna, pale and thrilled, bending her figure languidly and turning her eyes up, tried to look as though she scarcely touched the floor, an... | the husbands was Shalikov, the tax-collector--a narrow, spiteful soul, given to drink, with a big, closely cropped head, and thick, protruding lips. He had had a university education; there had been a time when he used to read progressive literature and sing students' songs, but now, as he said of himself, he was a tax... | twitched with spite. A black-haired officer with prominent eyes and Tartar cheekbones danced the mazurka with Anna Pavlovna. Assuming a stern expression, he worked his legs with gravity and feeling, and so crooked his knees that he looked like a jack-a-dandy pulled by strings, while Anna Pavlovna, pale and thrilled, be... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"All right; then I shall make a scene." | Shalikov | alone if you want to."<|quote|>"All right; then I shall make a scene."</|quote|>The tax-collector saw the look | "Don't be silly! Go home alone if you want to."<|quote|>"All right; then I shall make a scene."</|quote|>The tax-collector saw the look of beatitude gradually vanish from | and amusement. She got up and moved a little apart with her husband. "What notion is this?" she began. "Why go home? Why, it's not eleven o'clock." "I wish it, and that's enough. Come along, and that's all about it." "Don't be silly! Go home alone if you want to."<|quote|>"All right; then I shall make a scene."</|quote... | in a flutter. "Nothing has happened, but I wish you to go home at once.... I wish it; that's enough, and without further talk, please." Anna Pavlovna was not afraid of her husband, but she felt ashamed on account of her partner, who was looking at her husband with surprise and amusement. She got up and moved a little a... | describing how she used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home," croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed a... | a jack-a-dandy pulled by strings, while Anna Pavlovna, pale and thrilled, bending her figure languidly and turning her eyes up, tried to look as though she scarcely touched the floor, and evidently felt herself that she was not on earth, not at the local club, but somewhere far, far away--in the clouds. Not only her fa... | had had a university education; there had been a time when he used to read progressive literature and sing students' songs, but now, as he said of himself, he was a tax-collector and nothing more. He stood leaning against the doorpost, his eyes fixed on his wife, Anna Pavlovna, a little brunette of thirty, with a long ... | wounded vanity, of that small, provincial misanthropy engendered in petty officials by vodka and a sedentary life, swarmed in his heart like mice. Waiting for the end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting with her partner, and, flirting her fan and coquettishly dropp... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
The tax-collector saw the look of beatitude gradually vanish from his wife's face, saw how ashamed and miserable she was--and he felt a little happier. | No speaker | I shall make a scene."<|quote|>The tax-collector saw the look of beatitude gradually vanish from his wife's face, saw how ashamed and miserable she was--and he felt a little happier.</|quote|>"Why do you want me | want to." "All right; then I shall make a scene."<|quote|>The tax-collector saw the look of beatitude gradually vanish from his wife's face, saw how ashamed and miserable she was--and he felt a little happier.</|quote|>"Why do you want me at once?" asked his wife. | little apart with her husband. "What notion is this?" she began. "Why go home? Why, it's not eleven o'clock." "I wish it, and that's enough. Come along, and that's all about it." "Don't be silly! Go home alone if you want to." "All right; then I shall make a scene."<|quote|>The tax-collector saw the look of beatitude g... | wish you to go home at once.... I wish it; that's enough, and without further talk, please." Anna Pavlovna was not afraid of her husband, but she felt ashamed on account of her partner, who was looking at her husband with surprise and amusement. She got up and moved a little apart with her husband. "What notion is this... | (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home," croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a s... | pale and thrilled, bending her figure languidly and turning her eyes up, tried to look as though she scarcely touched the floor, and evidently felt herself that she was not on earth, not at the local club, but somewhere far, far away--in the clouds. Not only her face but her whole figure was expressive of beatitude....... | a time when he used to read progressive literature and sing students' songs, but now, as he said of himself, he was a tax-collector and nothing more. He stood leaning against the doorpost, his eyes fixed on his wife, Anna Pavlovna, a little brunette of thirty, with a long nose and a pointed chin. Tightly laced, with he... | her eyes up, tried to look as though she scarcely touched the floor, and evidently felt herself that she was not on earth, not at the local club, but somewhere far, far away--in the clouds. Not only her face but her whole figure was expressive of beatitude.... The tax-collector could endure it no longer; he felt a desi... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
asked his wife. | No speaker | you want me at once?"<|quote|>asked his wife.</|quote|>"I don't want you, but | a little happier. "Why do you want me at once?"<|quote|>asked his wife.</|quote|>"I don't want you, but I wish you to be | "Don't be silly! Go home alone if you want to." "All right; then I shall make a scene." The tax-collector saw the look of beatitude gradually vanish from his wife's face, saw how ashamed and miserable she was--and he felt a little happier. "Why do you want me at once?"<|quote|>asked his wife.</|quote|>"I don't want you... | her partner, who was looking at her husband with surprise and amusement. She got up and moved a little apart with her husband. "What notion is this?" she began. "Why go home? Why, it's not eleven o'clock." "I wish it, and that's enough. Come along, and that's all about it." "Don't be silly! Go home alone if you want to... | started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband. "Let us go home," repeated the tax-collector. "Why? It's quite early!" "I beg you to come home!" said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spitef... | not at the local club, but somewhere far, far away--in the clouds. Not only her face but her whole figure was expressive of beatitude.... The tax-collector could endure it no longer; he felt a desire to jeer at that beatitude, to make Anna Pavlovna feel that she had forgotten herself, that life was by no means so delig... | doorpost, his eyes fixed on his wife, Anna Pavlovna, a little brunette of thirty, with a long nose and a pointed chin. Tightly laced, with her face carefully powdered, she danced without pausing for breath--danced till she was ready to drop exhausted. But though she was exhausted in body, her spirit was inexhaustible..... | her hair! Flirting and making faces, and fancying she's doing the thing in style! Ugh! you're a pretty figure, upon my soul!" Anna Pavlovna was so lost in the dance that she did not once glance at her husband. "Of course not! Where do we poor country bumpkins come in!" sneered the tax-collector. "We are at a discount n... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"I don't want you, but I wish you to be at home. I wish it, that's all." | Shalikov | at once?" asked his wife.<|quote|>"I don't want you, but I wish you to be at home. I wish it, that's all."</|quote|>At first Anna Pavlovna refused | "Why do you want me at once?" asked his wife.<|quote|>"I don't want you, but I wish you to be at home. I wish it, that's all."</|quote|>At first Anna Pavlovna refused to hear of it, then | Go home alone if you want to." "All right; then I shall make a scene." The tax-collector saw the look of beatitude gradually vanish from his wife's face, saw how ashamed and miserable she was--and he felt a little happier. "Why do you want me at once?" asked his wife.<|quote|>"I don't want you, but I wish you to be at ... | was looking at her husband with surprise and amusement. She got up and moved a little apart with her husband. "What notion is this?" she began. "Why go home? Why, it's not eleven o'clock." "I wish it, and that's enough. Come along, and that's all about it." "Don't be silly! Go home alone if you want to." "All right; th... | recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband. "Let us go home," repeated the tax-collector. "Why? It's quite early!" "I beg you to come home!" said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression. "Wh... | local club, but somewhere far, far away--in the clouds. Not only her face but her whole figure was expressive of beatitude.... The tax-collector could endure it no longer; he felt a desire to jeer at that beatitude, to make Anna Pavlovna feel that she had forgotten herself, that life was by no means so delightful as sh... | fixed on his wife, Anna Pavlovna, a little brunette of thirty, with a long nose and a pointed chin. Tightly laced, with her face carefully powdered, she danced without pausing for breath--danced till she was ready to drop exhausted. But though she was exhausted in body, her spirit was inexhaustible.... One could see as... | not object to making love to her, I dare say!" During the mazurka the tax-collector's face twitched with spite. A black-haired officer with prominent eyes and Tartar cheekbones danced the mazurka with Anna Pavlovna. Assuming a stern expression, he worked his legs with gravity and feeling, and so crooked his knees that ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
At first Anna Pavlovna refused to hear of it, then she began entreating her husband to let her stay just another half-hour; then, without knowing why, she began to apologise, to protest--and all in a whisper, with a smile, that the spectators might not suspect that she was having a tiff with her husband. She began assu... | No speaker | I wish it, that's all."<|quote|>At first Anna Pavlovna refused to hear of it, then she began entreating her husband to let her stay just another half-hour; then, without knowing why, she began to apologise, to protest--and all in a whisper, with a smile, that the spectators might not suspect that she was having a tiff ... | you to be at home. I wish it, that's all."<|quote|>At first Anna Pavlovna refused to hear of it, then she began entreating her husband to let her stay just another half-hour; then, without knowing why, she began to apologise, to protest--and all in a whisper, with a smile, that the spectators might not suspect that she... | saw the look of beatitude gradually vanish from his wife's face, saw how ashamed and miserable she was--and he felt a little happier. "Why do you want me at once?" asked his wife. "I don't want you, but I wish you to be at home. I wish it, that's all."<|quote|>At first Anna Pavlovna refused to hear of it, then she bega... | with her husband. "What notion is this?" she began. "Why go home? Why, it's not eleven o'clock." "I wish it, and that's enough. Come along, and that's all about it." "Don't be silly! Go home alone if you want to." "All right; then I shall make a scene." The tax-collector saw the look of beatitude gradually vanish from ... | she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband. "Let us go home," repeated the tax-collector. "Why? It's quite early!" "I beg you to come home!" said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression. "Why? Has anything happened?" Anna Pavlovna asked in a flutter. "Nothing has happened, but I wi... | was expressive of beatitude.... The tax-collector could endure it no longer; he felt a desire to jeer at that beatitude, to make Anna Pavlovna feel that she had forgotten herself, that life was by no means so delightful as she fancied now in her excitement.... "You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully," he mutte... | pointed chin. Tightly laced, with her face carefully powdered, she danced without pausing for breath--danced till she was ready to drop exhausted. But though she was exhausted in body, her spirit was inexhaustible.... One could see as she danced that her thoughts were with the past, that faraway past when she used to d... | to realise she is a fright!" Petty feelings of envy, vexation, wounded vanity, of that small, provincial misanthropy engendered in petty officials by vodka and a sedentary life, swarmed in his heart like mice. Waiting for the end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"Stay if you like," | Shalikov | stuck obstinately to his point.<|quote|>"Stay if you like,"</|quote|>he said, "but I'll make | five minutes; but the tax-collector stuck obstinately to his point.<|quote|>"Stay if you like,"</|quote|>he said, "but I'll make a scene if you do." | to apologise, to protest--and all in a whisper, with a smile, that the spectators might not suspect that she was having a tiff with her husband. She began assuring him she would not stay long, only another ten minutes, only five minutes; but the tax-collector stuck obstinately to his point.<|quote|>"Stay if you like,"<... | at once?" asked his wife. "I don't want you, but I wish you to be at home. I wish it, that's all." At first Anna Pavlovna refused to hear of it, then she began entreating her husband to let her stay just another half-hour; then, without knowing why, she began to apologise, to protest--and all in a whisper, with a smile... | account of her partner, who was looking at her husband with surprise and amusement. She got up and moved a little apart with her husband. "What notion is this?" she began. "Why go home? Why, it's not eleven o'clock." "I wish it, and that's enough. Come along, and that's all about it." "Don't be silly! Go home alone if ... | feelings of envy, vexation, wounded vanity, of that small, provincial misanthropy engendered in petty officials by vodka and a sedentary life, swarmed in his heart like mice. Waiting for the end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting with her partner, and, flirting he... | prince or, at the worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up with dancing and there was nowhere he could play a game of cards; secondly, because he could not endure the sound of wind instruments; and, t... | the mazurka the tax-collector's face twitched with spite. A black-haired officer with prominent eyes and Tartar cheekbones danced the mazurka with Anna Pavlovna. Assuming a stern expression, he worked his legs with gravity and feeling, and so crooked his knees that he looked like a jack-a-dandy pulled by strings, while... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
he said, | No speaker | point. "Stay if you like,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"but I'll make a scene | tax-collector stuck obstinately to his point. "Stay if you like,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"but I'll make a scene if you do." And as | all in a whisper, with a smile, that the spectators might not suspect that she was having a tiff with her husband. She began assuring him she would not stay long, only another ten minutes, only five minutes; but the tax-collector stuck obstinately to his point. "Stay if you like,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"but I'll ma... | wife. "I don't want you, but I wish you to be at home. I wish it, that's all." At first Anna Pavlovna refused to hear of it, then she began entreating her husband to let her stay just another half-hour; then, without knowing why, she began to apologise, to protest--and all in a whisper, with a smile, that the spectator... | who was looking at her husband with surprise and amusement. She got up and moved a little apart with her husband. "What notion is this?" she began. "Why go home? Why, it's not eleven o'clock." "I wish it, and that's enough. Come along, and that's all about it." "Don't be silly! Go home alone if you want to." "All right... | wounded vanity, of that small, provincial misanthropy engendered in petty officials by vodka and a sedentary life, swarmed in his heart like mice. Waiting for the end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting with her partner, and, flirting her fan and coquettishly dropp... | worst, a baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up with dancing and there was nowhere he could play a game of cards; secondly, because he could not endure the sound of wind instruments; and, thirdly, because he... | to come home!" said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression. "Why? Has anything happened?" Anna Pavlovna asked in a flutter. "Nothing has happened, but I wish you to go home at once.... I wish it; that's enough, and without further talk, please." Anna Pavlovna was not afraid of her husband, but she f... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"but I'll make a scene if you do." | Shalikov | if you like," he said,<|quote|>"but I'll make a scene if you do."</|quote|>And as she talked to | obstinately to his point. "Stay if you like," he said,<|quote|>"but I'll make a scene if you do."</|quote|>And as she talked to her husband Anna Pavlovna looked | a whisper, with a smile, that the spectators might not suspect that she was having a tiff with her husband. She began assuring him she would not stay long, only another ten minutes, only five minutes; but the tax-collector stuck obstinately to his point. "Stay if you like," he said,<|quote|>"but I'll make a scene if yo... | don't want you, but I wish you to be at home. I wish it, that's all." At first Anna Pavlovna refused to hear of it, then she began entreating her husband to let her stay just another half-hour; then, without knowing why, she began to apologise, to protest--and all in a whisper, with a smile, that the spectators might n... | looking at her husband with surprise and amusement. She got up and moved a little apart with her husband. "What notion is this?" she began. "Why go home? Why, it's not eleven o'clock." "I wish it, and that's enough. Come along, and that's all about it." "Don't be silly! Go home alone if you want to." "All right; then I... | of that small, provincial misanthropy engendered in petty officials by vodka and a sedentary life, swarmed in his heart like mice. Waiting for the end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting with her partner, and, flirting her fan and coquettishly dropping her eyelids,... | baron. The tax-collector watched, scowling with spite.... It was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up with dancing and there was nowhere he could play a game of cards; secondly, because he could not endure the sound of wind instruments; and, thirdly, because he fancied ... | Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband. "Let us go home," repeated the tax-collector. "Why? It's quite early!" "I beg you to come home!" said the tax-collector deliberately, with... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
And as she talked to her husband Anna Pavlovna looked thinner, older, plainer. Pale, biting her lips, and almost crying, she went out to the entry and began putting on her things. | No speaker | a scene if you do."<|quote|>And as she talked to her husband Anna Pavlovna looked thinner, older, plainer. Pale, biting her lips, and almost crying, she went out to the entry and began putting on her things.</|quote|>"You are not going?" asked | he said, "but I'll make a scene if you do."<|quote|>And as she talked to her husband Anna Pavlovna looked thinner, older, plainer. Pale, biting her lips, and almost crying, she went out to the entry and began putting on her things.</|quote|>"You are not going?" asked the ladies in surprise. "Anna | might not suspect that she was having a tiff with her husband. She began assuring him she would not stay long, only another ten minutes, only five minutes; but the tax-collector stuck obstinately to his point. "Stay if you like," he said, "but I'll make a scene if you do."<|quote|>And as she talked to her husband Anna ... | be at home. I wish it, that's all." At first Anna Pavlovna refused to hear of it, then she began entreating her husband to let her stay just another half-hour; then, without knowing why, she began to apologise, to protest--and all in a whisper, with a smile, that the spectators might not suspect that she was having a t... | She got up and moved a little apart with her husband. "What notion is this?" she began. "Why go home? Why, it's not eleven o'clock." "I wish it, and that's enough. Come along, and that's all about it." "Don't be silly! Go home alone if you want to." "All right; then I shall make a scene." The tax-collector saw the look... | officials by vodka and a sedentary life, swarmed in his heart like mice. Waiting for the end of the mazurka, he went into the hall and walked up to his wife. Anna Pavlovna was sitting with her partner, and, flirting her fan and coquettishly dropping her eyelids, was describing how she used to dance in Petersburg (her l... | was not jealousy he was feeling. He was ill-humoured--first, because the room was taken up with dancing and there was nowhere he could play a game of cards; secondly, because he could not endure the sound of wind instruments; and, thirdly, because he fancied the officers treated the civilians somewhat too casually and ... | that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband. "Let us go home," repeated the tax-collector. "Why? It's quite early!" "I beg you to come home!" said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression. "Why? Has anything hap... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
asked the ladies in surprise. | No speaker | things. "You are not going?"<|quote|>asked the ladies in surprise.</|quote|>"Anna Pavlovna, you are not | and began putting on her things. "You are not going?"<|quote|>asked the ladies in surprise.</|quote|>"Anna Pavlovna, you are not going, dear?" "Her head aches," | "Stay if you like," he said, "but I'll make a scene if you do." And as she talked to her husband Anna Pavlovna looked thinner, older, plainer. Pale, biting her lips, and almost crying, she went out to the entry and began putting on her things. "You are not going?"<|quote|>asked the ladies in surprise.</|quote|>"Anna Pa... | to apologise, to protest--and all in a whisper, with a smile, that the spectators might not suspect that she was having a tiff with her husband. She began assuring him she would not stay long, only another ten minutes, only five minutes; but the tax-collector stuck obstinately to his point. "Stay if you like," he said,... | about it." "Don't be silly! Go home alone if you want to." "All right; then I shall make a scene." The tax-collector saw the look of beatitude gradually vanish from his wife's face, saw how ashamed and miserable she was--and he felt a little happier. "Why do you want me at once?" asked his wife. "I don't want you, but ... | her partner, and, flirting her fan and coquettishly dropping her eyelids, was describing how she used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home," croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna Pavlovna s... | of wind instruments; and, thirdly, because he fancied the officers treated the civilians somewhat too casually and disdainfully. But what above everything revolted him and moved him to indignation was the expression of happiness on his wife's face. "It makes me sick to look at her!" he muttered. "Going on for forty, an... | said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression. "Why? Has anything happened?" Anna Pavlovna asked in a flutter. "Nothing has happened, but I wish you to go home at once.... I wish it; that's enough, and without further talk, please." Anna Pavlovna was not afraid of her husband, but she felt ashamed on ... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
"Her head aches," | Shalikov | you are not going, dear?"<|quote|>"Her head aches,"</|quote|>said the tax-collector for his | ladies in surprise. "Anna Pavlovna, you are not going, dear?"<|quote|>"Her head aches,"</|quote|>said the tax-collector for his wife. Coming out of the | you do." And as she talked to her husband Anna Pavlovna looked thinner, older, plainer. Pale, biting her lips, and almost crying, she went out to the entry and began putting on her things. "You are not going?" asked the ladies in surprise. "Anna Pavlovna, you are not going, dear?"<|quote|>"Her head aches,"</|quote|>sai... | the spectators might not suspect that she was having a tiff with her husband. She began assuring him she would not stay long, only another ten minutes, only five minutes; but the tax-collector stuck obstinately to his point. "Stay if you like," he said, "but I'll make a scene if you do." And as she talked to her husban... | "All right; then I shall make a scene." The tax-collector saw the look of beatitude gradually vanish from his wife's face, saw how ashamed and miserable she was--and he felt a little happier. "Why do you want me at once?" asked his wife. "I don't want you, but I wish you to be at home. I wish it, that's all." At first ... | describing how she used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home," croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed a... | civilians somewhat too casually and disdainfully. But what above everything revolted him and moved him to indignation was the expression of happiness on his wife's face. "It makes me sick to look at her!" he muttered. "Going on for forty, and nothing to boast of at any time, and she must powder her face and lace hersel... | make Anna Pavlovna feel that she had forgotten herself, that life was by no means so delightful as she fancied now in her excitement.... "You wait; I'll teach you to smile so blissfully," he muttered. "You are not a boarding-school miss, you are not a girl. An old fright ought to realise she is a fright!" Petty feeling... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
said the tax-collector for his wife. Coming out of the club, the husband and wife walked all the way home in silence. The tax-collector walked behind his wife, and watching her downcast, sorrowful, humiliated little figure, he recalled the look of beatitude which had so irritated him at the club, and the consciousness ... | No speaker | going, dear?" "Her head aches,"<|quote|>said the tax-collector for his wife. Coming out of the club, the husband and wife walked all the way home in silence. The tax-collector walked behind his wife, and watching her downcast, sorrowful, humiliated little figure, he recalled the look of beatitude which had so irritated... | "Anna Pavlovna, you are not going, dear?" "Her head aches,"<|quote|>said the tax-collector for his wife. Coming out of the club, the husband and wife walked all the way home in silence. The tax-collector walked behind his wife, and watching her downcast, sorrowful, humiliated little figure, he recalled the look of beat... | as she talked to her husband Anna Pavlovna looked thinner, older, plainer. Pale, biting her lips, and almost crying, she went out to the entry and began putting on her things. "You are not going?" asked the ladies in surprise. "Anna Pavlovna, you are not going, dear?" "Her head aches,"<|quote|>said the tax-collector fo... | not suspect that she was having a tiff with her husband. She began assuring him she would not stay long, only another ten minutes, only five minutes; but the tax-collector stuck obstinately to his point. "Stay if you like," he said, "but I'll make a scene if you do." And as she talked to her husband Anna Pavlovna looke... | I shall make a scene." The tax-collector saw the look of beatitude gradually vanish from his wife's face, saw how ashamed and miserable she was--and he felt a little happier. "Why do you want me at once?" asked his wife. "I don't want you, but I wish you to be at home. I wish it, that's all." At first Anna Pavlovna ref... | used to dance in Petersburg (her lips were pursed up like a rosebud, and she pronounced "at home in Pütürsburg" ). "Anyuta, let us go home," croaked the tax-collector. Seeing her husband standing before her, Anna Pavlovna started as though recalling the fact that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt a... | casually and disdainfully. But what above everything revolted him and moved him to indignation was the expression of happiness on his wife's face. "It makes me sick to look at her!" he muttered. "Going on for forty, and nothing to boast of at any time, and she must powder her face and lace herself up! And frizzing her ... | that she had a husband; then she flushed all over: she felt ashamed that she had such a sickly-looking, ill-humoured, ordinary husband. "Let us go home," repeated the tax-collector. "Why? It's quite early!" "I beg you to come home!" said the tax-collector deliberately, with a spiteful expression. "Why? Has anything hap... | The Lady and the Dog and Other Stories (9) |
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