Next day Lapkin brought Kolia some paints and a ball from town, and his sister gave him all her empty pill boxes. Then they had to present him with a set of studs like dogs’ heads. The wretched boy enjoyed this game immensely, and to keep it going he began to spy on them. Wherever Lapkin and Anna went, he was there too. He did not leave them alone for a single moment. “Beast!” Lapkin gnashed his teeth. “So young and yet such a full fledged scoundrel. What on earth will become of him later!” During the whole of July the poor lovers had no life apart from him. He threatened to tell on them; he dogged them and demanded more presents. Nothing satisfied him--finally he hinted at a gold watch. All right, they had to promise the watch. Once, at table, when biscuits were being handed round, he burst out laughing and said to Lapkin: “Shall I let on? Ah--ha!” Lapkin blushed fearfully and instead of a biscuit he began to chew his table napkin. Anna jumped up from the table and rushed out of the room. And this state of things went on until the end of August, up to the day when Lapkin at last proposed to Anna. Ah! What a happy day that was! When he had spoken to her parents and obtained their consent Lapkin rushed into the garden after Kolia. When he found him he nearly cried for joy and caught hold of the wretched boy by the ear. Anna, who was also looking for Kolia came running up and grabbed him by the other ear. You should have seen the happiness depicted on their faces while Kolia roared and begged them: “Darling, precious pets, I won’t do it again. O-oh--O-oh! Forgive me!” And both of them confessed afterwards that during all the time they were in love with each other they never experienced such happiness, such overwhelming joy as during those moments when they pulled the wretched boy’s ears. ENEMIES About ten o’clock of a dark September evening the Zemstvo doctor Kirilov’s only son, six-year-old Andrey, died of diphtheria. As the doctor’s wife dropped on to her knees before the dead child’s cot and the first paroxysm of despair took hold of her, the bell rang sharply in the hall. When the diphtheria came all the servants were sent away from the house, that very morning. Kirilov himself went to the door, just as he was, in his shirt-sleeves with his waistcoat unbuttoned, without wiping his wet face or hands, which had been burnt with carbolic acid. It was dark in the hall, and of the person who entered could be distinguished only his middle height, a white scarf and a big, extraordinarily pale face, so pale that it seemed as though its appearance made the hall brighter.... “Is the doctor in?” the visitor asked abruptly. “I’m at home,” answered Kirilov. “What do you want?”