<strong>The</strong> <strong>Schoolmaster</strong> & <strong>other</strong> <strong>stories</strong><strong>The</strong>n they sat down <strong>and</strong> cried without speaking. Itwas evident that both m<strong>other</strong> <strong>and</strong> gr<strong>and</strong>m<strong>other</strong> realizedthat the past was lost <strong>and</strong> gone, never to return;they had now no position in society, no prestige as before,no right to invite visitors; so it is when in the midstof an easy careless life the police suddenly burst in atnight <strong>and</strong> made a search, <strong>and</strong> it turns out that the headof the family has embezzled money or committed forgery—<strong>and</strong>goodbye then to the easy careless life for ever!Nadya went upstairs <strong>and</strong> saw the same bed, the samewindows with naïve white curtains, <strong>and</strong> outside the windowsthe same garden, gay <strong>and</strong> noisy, bathed in sunshine.She touched the table, sat down <strong>and</strong> sank intothought. And she had a good dinner <strong>and</strong> drank tea withdelicious rich cream; but something was missing, therewas a sense of emptiness in the rooms <strong>and</strong> the ceilingswere so low. In the evening she went to bed, coveredherself up <strong>and</strong> for some reason it seemed to her to befunny lying in this snug, very soft bed.Nina Ivanovna came in for a minute; she sat down as peoplewho feel guilty sit down, timidly, <strong>and</strong> looking about her.“Well, tell me, Nadya,” she enquired after a briefpause, “are you contented? Quite contented?”“Yes, m<strong>other</strong>.”Nina Ivanovna got up, made the sign of the cross overNadya <strong>and</strong> the windows.“I have become religious, as you see,” she said. “Youknow I am studying philosophy now, <strong>and</strong> I am alwaysthinking <strong>and</strong> thinking…. And many things have becomeas clear as daylight to me. It seems to me that what isabove all necessary is that life should pass as it werethrough a prism.”“Tell me, m<strong>other</strong>, how is Granny in health?”“She seems all right. When you went away that timewith Sasha <strong>and</strong> the telegram came from you, Grannyfell on the floor as she read it; for three days she laywithout moving. After that she was always praying <strong>and</strong>crying. But now she is all right again.”She got up <strong>and</strong> walked about the room.“Tick-tock,” tapped the watchman. “Tick-tock, ticktock….”“What is above all necessary is that life should pass as50
Anton Tchekhovit were through a prism,” she said; “in <strong>other</strong> words, thatlife in consciousness should be analyzed into its simplestelements as into the seven primary colours, <strong>and</strong> eachelement must be studied separately.”What Nina Ivanovna said further <strong>and</strong> when she wentaway, Nadya did not hear, as she quickly fell asleep.May passed; June came. Nadya had grown used to beingat home. Granny busied herself about the samovar,heaving deep sighs. Nina Ivanovna talked in the eveningsabout her philosophy; she still lived in the houselike a poor relation, <strong>and</strong> had to go to Granny for everyfarthing. <strong>The</strong>re were lots of flies in the house, <strong>and</strong> theceilings seemed to become lower <strong>and</strong> lower. Granny <strong>and</strong>Nina Ivanovna did not go out in the streets for fear ofmeeting Father Andrey <strong>and</strong> Andrey Andreitch. Nadyawalked about the garden <strong>and</strong> the streets, looked at thegrey fences, <strong>and</strong> it seemed to her that everything in thetown had grown old, was out of date <strong>and</strong> was only waitingeither for the end, or for the beginning of somethingyoung <strong>and</strong> fresh. Oh, if only that new, bright life wouldcome more quickly—that life in which one will be ableto face one’s fate boldly <strong>and</strong> directly, to know that oneis right, to be light-hearted <strong>and</strong> free! And sooner or latersuch a life will come. <strong>The</strong> time will come when ofGranny’s house, where things are so arranged that thefour servants can only live in one room in filth in thebasement—the time will come when of that house nota trace will remain, <strong>and</strong> it will be forgotten, no one willremember it. And Nadya’s only entertainment was fromthe boys next door; when she walked about the gardenthey knocked on the fence <strong>and</strong> shouted in mockery:“Betrothed! Betrothed!”A letter from Sasha arrived from Saratov. In his gaydancing h<strong>and</strong>writing he told them that his journey onthe Volga had been a complete success, but that he hadbeen taken rather ill in Saratov, had lost his voice, <strong>and</strong>had been for the last fortnight in the hospital. She knewwhat that meant, <strong>and</strong> she was overwhelmed with a forebodingthat was like a conviction. And it vexed her thatthis foreboding <strong>and</strong> the thought of Sasha did not distressher so much as before. She had a passionate desirefor life, longed to be in Petersburg, <strong>and</strong> her friendship51
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