Russian fiction -- Translations into English; Short stories, Russian -- Translations into English
“Suddenly--it was as if some one gave me a thrust in the side--I raised
my head.... Good God! Alexandra Andreyevna, with her eyes wide open,
was gazing at me.... Her lips were parted, her cheeks burning. ‘What
is the matter?’ ‘Doctor, am I going to die?’ ‘God forbid!’ ‘No, Doctor,
no, please don’t tell me that I shall live ... don’t tell me.... If you
only knew ... listen to me, for God’s sake, don’t conceal from me my
true state!’ She said this with panting breath. ‘If I were only sure
that I shall die ... I’d tell you all, all!’ ‘Alexandra Andreyevna,
I entreat you!’ ‘Listen to me,’ she said: ‘I haven’t slept at all; I
have been looking at you a long time.... For God’s sake! ... I believe
you; you are a good man and an honest man; I conjure you by all
that is holy upon earth--to tell me the truth! If you only knew how
important it is that I should know!... Doctor, for God’s sake, tell
me, am I in danger?’ ‘What am I to tell you, Alexandra Andreyevna, I
beg of you?’ ‘I entreat you, for God’s sake!’ ‘I can’t conceal it from
you, Alexandra Andreyevna, you are really in danger, but the Lord is
merciful.’... ‘I shall die, I shall die!’... And she actually seemed
overjoyed; her face lit up with radiance; I became alarmed. ‘Don’t
be afraid, don’t be afraid; death does not terrify me.’ Suddenly she
raised herself, and propped herself up on her elbow. ‘Well, now I can
tell you that I am grateful to you from my very soul, that you are a
good, honest man, and that I love you.’... I gazed on her as on one
mad; it was painful to me, as you may well understand.... ‘Do you hear?
I love you!’... ‘Alexandra Andreyevna, how have I earned your love?’
‘No, no, you don’t understand me ... thou dost not understand me.’[3]
... And suddenly she stretched out her arms, seized my head between her
hands, and kissed me.... Believe me, I nearly cried out.... I threw
myself on my knees and hid my head in the pillows. She was silent;
her fingers trembled in my hair; I could hear her weeping. I tried
to quiet her, to reassure her.... I really don’t know what I said to
her. ‘You’ll awaken the maid, Alexandra Andreyevna,’ I said to her....
‘Indeed, I am grateful ... believe me ... calm yourself.’ ‘Enough,
enough,’ she repeated. ‘God be with them all; let them awaken, let
them come--it is all the same; since I shall die.... But why do you
tremble, why are you afraid? Lift your head.... Or perhaps you don’t
love me, perhaps I have been deceived.... If so, please forgive me.’
‘Alexandra Andreyevna, what are you saying? ... I love you, Alexandra
Andreyevna.’ She looked straight into my eyes, and opened her arms.
‘Then embrace me.’...
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