Friday, March 30, 2012
Women's Gucci Flats
"Funny?" (I was listening to her with strained attention. I
imagined that she really was hysterical, and . . . was speaking,
perhaps, not for my benefit; but I could not resist the question.)
"Oh yes, funny, and how I should have laughed, if . . . if I hadn't
been frightened. Though I'm not such a coward, don't think it; but
I didn't sleep all night after that letter, it seemed written in
blood and frenzy . . . and after such a letter what was left to
come. I love life, I'm horribly afraid for my life, I'm horribly
cowardly in that. . . . Ah, listen," she cried, suddenly darting
at me, "go to him, he's alone now, he can't be there still, most
likely he's gone off somewhere alone; make haste and find him, you
must make haste, run to him, show him that you are his son and love
him, prove that you are the dear kind boy, my student whom I . . .
Oh, God give you happiness, I love nobody, and it is better so, but
I want every one to be happy, every one, and him above all, and let
him know that . . . at once . . . I should be very glad."
She got up and suddenly disappeared behind the curtain. At that
instant tears were shining on her face (hysterical after her
laughter). I remained alone, agitated and confused. I was
completely at a loss to what to ascribe such emotion in her, an
emotion which I never should have suspected. Something seemed to
be clutching at my heart.
I waited five minutes, ten; the profound silence suddenly struck
me, and I ventured to peep out of the door, and to call. In answer
to my call Marya appeared and informed me in the most stolid tone,
that the lady had put on her things long, long ago and gone out by
the back way.
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