The Duel and Other Stories by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
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Samoylenko asked for some white wine with ice. When they had drunk a glass each, Laevsky suddenly asked: "Tell me, please, what is the meaning of softening of the brain?" "How can I explain it to you? . . . It's a disease in which the brain becomes softer . . . as it were, dissolves." "Is it curable?" "Yes, if the disease is not neglected. Cold douches, blisters. . . . Something internal, too." "Oh! . . . Well, you see my position; I can't live with her: it is more than I can do. While I'm with you I can be philosophical about it and smile, but at home I lose heart completely; I am so utterly miserable, that if I were told, for instance, that I should have to live another month with her, I should blow out my brains. At the same time, parting with her is out of the question. She has no friends or relations; she cannot work, and neither she nor I have any money. . . . What could become of her? To whom could she go? There is nothing one can think of. . . . Come, tell me, what am I to do?" "H'm! . . ." growled Samoylenko, not knowing what to answer. "Does she love you?" "Yes, she loves me in so far as at her age and with her temperament she wants a man. It would be as difficult for her to do without me |
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