45/47 I think that perhaps he will die before me and that then--somewhere--together--they will laugh at me. And he has _such_ memories of her! At the last she cried his name! He is so much a grander man than I! Fine in every way! Did I say that she would laugh? But she will say: 'Poor Andrey Vassilievitch!' She will pity me!... I think that I would be happier if I did not see my friend. |