The Darling and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 267 pages of information about The Darling and Other Stories.

She shut her eyes and turned pale, and her long nose became an unpleasant waxy colour like a corpse’s, and Laptev still could not unclasp her fingers.  She had fainted.  He lifted her up carefully, laid her on her bed, and sat by her for ten minutes till she came to herself.  Her hands were cold, her pulse was weak and uneven.

“Go home,” she said, opening her eyes.  “Go away, or I shall begin howling again.  I must take myself in hand.”

When he came out, instead of going to the doctors’ club where his friends were expecting him, he went home.  All the way home he was asking himself reproachfully why he had not settled down to married life with that woman who loved him so much, and was in reality his wife and friend.  She was the one human being who was devoted to him; and, besides, would it not have been a grateful and worthy task to give happiness, peace, and a home to that proud, clever, overworked creature?  Was it for him, he asked himself, to lay claim to youth and beauty, to that happiness which could not be, and which, as though in punishment or mockery, had kept him for the last three months in a state of gloom and oppression.  The honeymoon was long over, and he still, absurd to say, did not know what sort of person his wife was.  To her school friends and her father she wrote long letters of five sheets, and was never at a loss for something to say to them, but to him she never spoke except about the weather or to tell him that dinner was ready, or that it was supper-time.  When at night she said her lengthy prayers and then kissed her crosses and ikons, he thought, watching her with hatred, “Here she’s praying.  What’s she praying about?  What about?” In his thoughts he showered insults on himself and her, telling himself that when he got into bed and took her into his arms, he was taking what he had paid for; but it was horrible.  If only it had been a healthy, reckless, sinful woman; but here he had youth, piety, meekness, the pure eyes of innocence. . . .  While they were engaged her piety had touched him; now the conventional definiteness of her views and convictions seemed to him a barrier, behind which the real truth could not be seen.  Already everything in his married life was agonising.  When his wife, sitting beside him in the theatre, sighed or laughed spontaneously, it was bitter to him that she enjoyed herself alone and would not share her delight with him.  And it was remarkable that she was friendly with all his friends, and they all knew what she was like already, while he knew nothing about her, and only moped and was dumbly jealous.

When he got home Laptev put on his dressing-gown and slippers, and sat down in his study to read a novel.  His wife was not at home.  But within half an hour there was a ring at the hall door, and he heard the muffled footsteps of Pyotr running to open it.  It was Yulia.  She walked into the study in her fur coat, her cheeks rosy with the frost,

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