The Lady with the Dog and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 266 pages of information about The Lady with the Dog and Other Stories.

The Lady with the Dog and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 266 pages of information about The Lady with the Dog and Other Stories.

At four o’clock Volodya drove to the station with his maman.  Foul memories, the sleepless night, the prospect of expulsion from school, the stings of conscience—­all roused in him now an oppressive, gloomy anger.  He looked at maman’s sharp profile, at her little nose, and at the raincoat which was a present from Nyuta, and muttered: 

“Why do you powder?  It’s not becoming at your age!  You make yourself up, don’t pay your debts at cards, smoke other people’s tobacco . . . .  It’s hateful!  I don’t love you . . .  I don’t love you!”

He was insulting her, and she moved her little eyes about in alarm, flung up her hands, and whispered in horror: 

“What are you saying, my dear!  Good gracious! the coachman will hear!  Be quiet or the coachman will hear!  He can overhear everything.”

“I don’t love you . . .  I don’t love you!” he went on breathlessly.  “You’ve no soul and no morals. . . .  Don’t dare to wear that raincoat!  Do you hear?  Or else I will tear it into rags. . . .”

“Control yourself, my child,” maman wept; “the coachman can hear!”

“And where is my father’s fortune?  Where is your money?  You have wasted it all.  I am not ashamed of being poor, but I am ashamed of having such a mother. . . .  When my schoolfellows ask questions about you, I always blush.”

In the train they had to pass two stations before they reached the town.  Volodya spent all the time on the little platform between two carriages and shivered all over.  He did not want to go into the compartment because there the mother he hated was sitting.  He hated himself, hated the ticket collectors, the smoke from the engine, the cold to which he attributed his shivering.  And the heavier the weight on his heart, the more strongly he felt that somewhere in the world, among some people, there was a pure, honourable, warm, refined life, full of love, affection, gaiety, and serenity. . . .  He felt this and was so intensely miserable that one of the passengers, after looking in his face attentively, actually asked: 

“You have the toothache, I suppose?”

In the town maman and Volodya lived with Marya Petrovna, a lady of noble rank, who had a large flat and let rooms to boarders. Maman had two rooms, one with windows and two pictures in gold frames hanging on the walls, in which her bed stood and in which she lived, and a little dark room opening out of it in which Volodya lived.  Here there was a sofa on which he slept, and, except that sofa, there was no other furniture; the rest of the room was entirely filled up with wicker baskets full of clothes, cardboard hat-boxes, and all sorts of rubbish, which maman preserved for some reason or other.  Volodya prepared his lessons either in his mother’s room or in the “general room,” as the large room in which the boarders assembled at dinner-time and in the evening was called.

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