The Lady with the Dog and Other Stories eBook

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“By the way, your attitude to women.  Shamelessness has been handed down to us in our flesh and blood, and we are trained to shamelessness; but that is what we are men for—­to subdue the beast in us.  When you reached manhood and all ideas became known to you, you could not have failed to see the truth; you knew it, but you did not follow it; you were afraid of it, and to deceive your conscience you began loudly assuring yourself that it was not you but woman that was to blame, that she was as degraded as your attitude to her.  Your cold, scabrous anecdotes, your coarse laughter, all your innumerable theories concerning the underlying reality of marriage and the definite demands made upon it, concerning the ten sous the French workman pays his woman; your everlasting attacks on female logic, lying, weakness and so on—­doesn’t it all look like a desire at all costs to force woman down into the mud that she may be on the same level as your attitude to her?  You are a weak, unhappy, unpleasant person!”

Zinaida Fyodorovna began playing the piano in the drawing-room, trying to recall the song of Saint Saens that Gruzin had played.  I went and lay on my bed, but remembering that it was time for me to go, I got up with an effort and with a heavy, burning head went to the table again.

“But this is the question,” I went on.  “Why are we worn out?  Why are we, at first so passionate so bold, so noble, and so full of faith, complete bankrupts at thirty or thirty-five?  Why does one waste in consumption, another put a bullet through his brains, a third seeks forgetfulness in vodka and cards, while the fourth tries to stifle his fear and misery by cynically trampling underfoot the pure image of his fair youth?  Why is it that, having once fallen, we do not try to rise up again, and, losing one thing, do not seek something else?  Why is it?

“The thief hanging on the Cross could bring back the joy of life and the courage of confident hope, though perhaps he had not more than an hour to live.  You have long years before you, and I shall probably not die so soon as one might suppose.  What if by a miracle the present turned out to be a dream, a horrible nightmare, and we should wake up renewed, pure, strong, proud of our righteousness?  Sweet visions fire me, and I am almost breathless with emotion.  I have a terrible longing to live.  I long for our life to be holy, lofty, and majestic as the heavens above.  Let us live!  The sun doesn’t rise twice a day, and life is not given us again—­clutch at what is left of your life and save it. . . .”

I did not write another word.  I had a multitude of thoughts in my mind, but I could not connect them and get them on to paper.  Without finishing the letter, I signed it with my name and rank, and went into the study.  It was dark.  I felt for the table and put the letter on it.  I must have stumbled against the furniture in the dark and made a noise.

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