He imagined that his wife lay with her legs cut off and that he nursed her in order to save his soul....

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Madame Snuffley.

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The black-beetles have left the house; the house will be burnt down.

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“Dmitri, the Pretender, and Actors.”  “Turgenev and the Tigers.”  Articles like that can be and are written.

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A title:  Lemon Peel.

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I am your legitimate husband.

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An abortion, because while birthing a wave struck her, a wave of the ocean; because of the eruption of Vesuvius.

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It seems to me:  the sea and myself—­and nothing else.

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Education:  his three-year-old son wore a black frock-coat, boots, and waistcoat.

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With pride:  “I’m not of Yuriev, but of Dorpat University."[1]

[Footnote 1:  Yuriev is the Russian name of the town Dorpat.]

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His beard looked like the tail of a fish.

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A Jew, Ziptchik.

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A girl, when she giggles, makes noises as if she were putting her head in cold water.

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“Mamma, what is a thunderbolt made of?”

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On the estate there is a bad smell, and bad taste; the trees are planted anyhow, stupidly; and away in a remote corner the lodge-keeper’s wife all day long washes the guest’s linen—­and nobody sees her; and the owners are allowed to talk away whole days about their rights and their nobility.

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She fed her dog on the best caviare.

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Our self-esteem and conceit are European, but our culture and actions are Asiatic.

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A black dog—­he looks as if he were wearing goloshes.

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A Russian’s only hope—­to win two hundred thousand roubles in a lottery.

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She is wicked, but she taught her children good.

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Every one has something to hide.

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The title of N.’s story:  The Power of Harmonies.

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O how nice it would be if bachelors or widowers were appointed Governors.

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