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"What's this? A out of o out of their minds; what makeshis eyes, he

saonder an embroidered cushion beside him, worked by

Varya, his brother's wife He touched the tassel of the cushion,

and tried to think of Varya, of when he had seen her last But

to think of anything extraneous was an agonizing effort "No, I

must sleep!" He moved the cushion up, and pressed his head into

it, but he had to make an effort to keep his eyes shut He

jumped up and sat down "That's all over for me," he said to

himself "I must think what to do What is left?" His h his life apart from his love of Anna

"Ambition? Serpuhovskoy? Society? The court?" He could not

co before, but

now there was no reality in it He got up from the sofa, took

off his coat, undid his belt, and uncovering his hairy chest to

breathe more freely, walked up and down the rooo mad," he repeated, "and how they shoot themselvesto

escape humiliation," he added slowly

He went to the door and closed it, then with fixed eyes and

clenched teeth he went up to the table, took a revolver, looked

round hiht

For two minutes, his head bent forith an expression of an