no servants of their own
to flog, so he chose us.
Each and everyone, each and everyone.
What's that again?
They just delivered the beast,
Your Excellency.
What beast?
The one we sent an expedition for.
The pig for Mr. Triletsky.
All right, enough of philosophizing!
Please, Mr. Triletsky!
That's wonderful!
The swine is here. Go ahead, my dear.
Listen, you think I'm a clown?
You all take me for a clown here.
And what do you know about me?
All of you, what can you know
about me?
Yes, I'm bored.
I'm bored to death living in that
hole and not being able to be myself.
Shuddering at every dog's bark,
afraid that they came for me
and I have to go bumping down
abominable roads,
driven by awful horses.
Thinking only of... diarrhea.
And anticipating nothing but cholera,
and reading only about cholera.
But, in fact, remaining absolutely
indifferent to that disease
and to the people afflicted with it.
It's shameful, and frightening,
and utterly disgusting.
Oh, God...
It's awfully shameful... to live
and drink like that, all in vain.
And what's more, to know that there
will be nothing else in your life.
Kolia, I beg you, stop it!
And you all, stop it!
Where do you want the beast?
Get out! Out!
For God's sake, get out!
I'm not asking you, you know.
His Excellency told me to deliver
the beast, so I delivered...
I'm so tired of it all!
Imagine that at this very moment
a man is sitting
in some Southern country, thinking:
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Beautiful!
I read a story recently...
I don't remember where.
A short story,
but nice. About a girl.
She was in love with a student,
the student was in love with her.
He read books to her,
she listened.
In the evenings they sat by the river
watching the lights on the boats.
They sang songs, they dreamed...
They kissed, exchanged vows.
- Who wrote that story?
- I don't remember.
The girl wore her hair
brushed down over the ears,
and she always smelled
of the river water.
They imagined their life
to be a big, continuous celebration,
with a lot of room in it
for the two of them.
And they were happy.
One day the girl said
she had to leave
for Petersburg for a couple of days.
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she asked.
<> he said.
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At midnight he took her
to the station.
She hugged him tenderly.
He squeezed her hands,
hardly managing to hold back tears,
but he said nothing.
And after the train took off,
he watched its receding lights,
and repeated softly:
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A day passed.
And another, then five days.
And a whole month.
She wasn't coming back.
She never came back.
The student went to the station,
drank there,
then met the trains, and drank again...
But after a while he calmed down,
came to his senses...
And became an ordinary man.
It's something reminiscent
of Gleb Uspensky.
Or Leskov.
You're being so unthoughtful.
You upset everybody again.
Enough! I've had it!
Everybody to the river! The fireworks!
Misha! Where are you?
Look, how beautiful!
Wait! Hear me out!
Please, Sophia!
Wait!
My magnificent one! I'm a lost man,
and I resigned myself to it long ago.
But you?! Sophia, my dear,
what happened to you?
What happened to your pure soul,
your sincerity, your courage?
Wait!
All right... Sophia...
Are you out of your mind?
My dear, tell me honestly,
for the sake of our past,
why did you marry that man?
- He's a fine man!
- Don't say what you don't believe.
He's my husband!
Why didn't you marry a working man,
a sufferer?
Why have you chosen that pygmy
who's up to his eyes in debt
and idleness, why?
Please, Mikhail Vassilyevich...
I beg you, have mercy,
don't ruin my life.
You may laugh at me, you may
think whatever you wish, but...
I've got nothing else in my life.
Nothing.
Mikhail Vassilyevich!
I loved you more
than anything in the world.
My darling!
There's no

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