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"
I
was
glad
for
the
poor
fellow
,
and
went
home
.
But
an
idea
got
hold
of
me
somehow
.
I
do
n't
know
how
.
It
was
nearly
two
in
the
morning
.
I
rang
the
bell
and
ordered
the
coachman
to
be
waked
up
and
sent
to
me
.
He
came
.
I
gave
him
a
tip
of
fifteen
roubles
,
and
told
him
to
get
the
carriage
ready
at
once
.
In
half
an
hour
it
was
at
the
door
.
I
got
in
and
off
we
went
.
"
By
five
I
drew
up
at
the
Ekshaisky
inn
.
I
waited
there
till
dawn
,
and
soon
after
six
I
was
off
,
and
at
the
old
merchant
Trepalaf
's
.
"'
Camellias
!
'
I
said
,
'
father
,
save
me
,
save
me
,
let
me
have
some
camellias
!
'
He
was
a
tall
,
grey
old
man
--
a
terrible-looking
old
gentleman
.
'
Not
a
bit
of
it
,
'
he
says
.
'
I
wo
n't
.
'
Down
I
went
on
my
knees
.
'
Do
n't
say
so
,
do
n't
--
think
what
you
're
doing
!
'
I
cried
;
'
it
's
a
matter
of
life
and
death
!
'
'
If
that
's
the
case
,
take
them
,
'
says
he
.
So
up
I
get
,
and
cut
such
a
bouquet
of
red
camellias
!
He
had
a
whole
greenhouse
full
of
them
--
lovely
ones
.
The
old
fellow
sighs
.
I
pull
out
a
hundred
roubles
.
'
No
,
no
!
'
says
he
,
'
do
n't
insult
me
that
way
.
'
'
Oh
,
if
that
's
the
case
,
give
it
to
the
village
hospital
,
'
I
say
.
'
Ah
,
'
he
says
,
'
that
's
quite
a
different
matter
;
that
's
good
of
you
and
generous
.
I
'll
pay
it
in
there
for
you
with
pleasure
.
'
I
liked
that
old
fellow
,
Russian
to
the
core
,
de
la
vraie
souche
.
I
went
home
in
raptures
,
but
took
another
road
in
order
to
avoid
Peter
.
Immediately
on
arriving
I
sent
up
the
bouquet
for
Anfisa
to
see
when
she
awoke
.
"
You
may
imagine
her
ecstasy
,
her
gratitude
.
The
wretched
Platon
,
who
had
almost
died
since
yesterday
of
the
reproaches
showered
upon
him
,
wept
on
my
shoulder
.
Of
course
poor
Peter
had
no
chance
after
this
.
"
I
thought
he
would
cut
my
throat
at
first
,
and
went
about
armed
ready
to
meet
him
.
But
he
took
it
differently
;
he
fainted
,
and
had
brain
fever
and
convulsions
.
A
month
after
,
when
he
had
hardly
recovered
,
he
went
off
to
the
Crimea
,
and
there
he
was
shot
.
"
I
assure
you
this
business
left
me
no
peace
for
many
a
long
year
.
Why
did
I
do
it
?
I
was
not
in
love
with
her
myself
;
I
'm
afraid
it
was
simply
mischief
--
pure
'
cussedness
'
on
my
part
.
"
If
I
had
n't
seized
that
bouquet
from
under
his
nose
he
might
have
been
alive
now
,
and
a
happy
man
.
He
might
have
been
successful
in
life
,
and
never
have
gone
to
fight
the
Turks
.
"
Totski
ended
his
tale
with
the
same
dignity
that
had
characterized
its
commencement
.
Nastasia
Philipovna
's
eyes
were
flashing
in
a
most
unmistakable
way
,
now
;
and
her
lips
were
all
a-quiver
by
the
time
Totski
finished
his
story
.
