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The Crushed Flower and Other Stories by Leonid Nikolayevich Andreyev
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tooth; Ben-Tovit's entire mouth and his head were filled with
terrible sensations of pain, as though he had been forced to chew
thousands of sharp, red-hot nails, he took some water into his mouth
from an earthen jug--for a minute the acuteness of the pain subsided,
his teeth twitched and swayed like a wave, and this sensation was
even pleasant as compared with the other.

Ben-Tovit lay down again, recalled his new donkey, and thought how
happy he would have been if not for his toothache, and he wanted to
fall asleep. But the water was warm, and five minutes later his
toothache began to rage more severely than ever; Ben-Tovit sat up in
his bed and swayed back and forth like a pendulum. His face became
wrinkled and seemed to have shrunk, and a drop of cold perspiration
was hanging on his nose, which had turned pale from his sufferings.
Thus, swaying back and forth and groaning for pain, he met the first
rays of the sun, which was destined to see Golgotha and the three
crosses, and grow dim from horror and sorrow.

Ben-Tovit was a good and kind man, who hated any injustice, but when
his wife awoke he said many unpleasant things to her, opening his
mouth with difficulty, and he complained that he was left alone, like
a jackal, to groan and writhe for pain. His wife met the undeserved
reproaches patiently, for she knew that they came not from an angry
heart--and she brought him numerous good remedies: rats' litter to be
applied to his cheek, some strong liquid in which a scorpion was
preserved, and a real chip of the tablets that Moses had broken. He
began to feel a little better from the rats' litter, but not for
long, also from the liquid and the stone, but the pain returned each
time with renewed intensity.

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