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“
I
’
ve
said
it
to
you
twenty
times
,
don
’
t
enter
into
details
.
You
’
re
fool
enough
at
all
times
,
and
when
you
start
explaining
things
in
Italian
you
’
re
a
fool
three
times
as
foolish
,
”
he
said
after
a
long
dispute
.
“
Don
’
t
let
it
run
so
long
;
it
’
s
not
my
fault
.
If
I
had
the
money
.
.
.
.
”
“
Leave
me
in
peace
,
for
God
’
s
sake
!
”
Mihailov
shrieked
,
with
tears
in
his
voice
,
and
,
stopping
his
ears
,
he
went
off
into
his
working
room
,
the
other
side
of
a
partition
wall
,
and
closed
the
door
after
him
.
“
Idiotic
woman
!
”
he
said
to
himself
,
sat
down
to
the
table
,
and
,
opening
a
portfolio
,
he
set
to
work
at
once
with
peculiar
fervor
at
a
sketch
he
had
begun
.
Never
did
he
work
with
such
fervor
and
success
as
when
things
went
ill
with
him
,
and
especially
when
he
quarreled
with
his
wife
.
“
Oh
!
damn
them
all
!
”
he
thought
as
he
went
on
working
.
He
was
making
a
sketch
for
the
figure
of
a
man
in
a
violent
rage
.
A
sketch
had
been
made
before
,
but
he
was
dissatisfied
with
it
.
“
No
,
that
one
was
better
.
.
.
where
is
it
?
”
He
went
back
to
his
wife
,
and
scowling
,
and
not
looking
at
her
,
asked
his
eldest
little
girl
,
where
was
that
piece
of
paper
he
had
given
them
?
The
paper
with
the
discarded
sketch
on
it
was
found
,
but
it
was
dirty
,
and
spotted
with
candle
-
grease
.
Still
,
he
took
the
sketch
,
laid
it
on
his
table
,
and
,
moving
a
little
away
,
screwing
up
his
eyes
,
he
fell
to
gazing
at
it
.
All
at
once
he
smiled
and
gesticulated
gleefully
.
“
That
’
s
it
!
that
’
s
it
!
”
he
said
,
and
,
at
once
picking
up
the
pencil
,
he
began
rapidly
drawing
.
The
spot
of
tallow
had
given
the
man
a
new
pose
.
He
had
sketched
this
new
pose
,
when
all
at
once
he
recalled
the
face
of
a
shopkeeper
of
whom
he
had
bought
cigars
,
a
vigorous
face
with
a
prominent
chin
,
and
he
sketched
this
very
face
,
this
chin
on
to
the
figure
of
the
man
.
He
laughed
aloud
with
delight
.
The
figure
from
a
lifeless
imagined
thing
had
become
living
,
and
such
that
it
could
never
be
changed
.
That
figure
lived
,
and
was
clearly
and
unmistakably
defined
.
The
sketch
might
be
corrected
in
accordance
with
the
requirements
of
the
figure
,
the
legs
,
indeed
,
could
and
must
be
put
differently
,
and
the
position
of
the
left
hand
must
be
quite
altered
;
the
hair
too
might
be
thrown
back
.
But
in
making
these
corrections
he
was
not
altering
the
figure
but
simply
getting
rid
of
what
concealed
the
figure
.
He
was
,
as
it
were
,
stripping
off
the
wrappings
which
hindered
it
from
being
distinctly
seen
.
Each
new
feature
only
brought
out
the
whole
figure
in
all
its
force
and
vigor
,
as
it
had
suddenly
come
to
him
from
the
spot
of
tallow
.
He
was
carefully
finishing
the
figure
when
the
cards
were
brought
him
.
“
Coming
,
coming
!
”
He
went
in
to
his
wife
.
“
Come
,
Sasha
,
don
’
t
be
cross
!
”
he
said
,
smiling
timidly
and
affectionately
at
her
.
“
You
were
to
blame
.
I
was
to
blame
.
I
’
ll
make
it
all
right
.
