<strong>The</strong> <strong>Schoolmaster</strong> & <strong>other</strong> <strong>stories</strong>that the lawyer sitting opposite to me with his greeneyes seemed to me an unhappy man, so small, so grey….“‘Do try!’ I persisted. ‘Come, I entreat you!“<strong>The</strong> lawyer shook his head <strong>and</strong> frowned. Evidently Iwas beginning to bore him.“‘I know,’ he said, ‘after my experiment you will say,thank you, <strong>and</strong> will call me your saviour; but you see Imust think of your fiancée too. She loves you; your jiltingher would make her suffer. And what a charmingcreature she is! I envy you.’“<strong>The</strong> lawyer sighed, sipped his wine, <strong>and</strong> began talkingof how charming my Natasha was. He had an extraordinarygift of description. He could knock you offa regular string of words about a woman’s eyelashes orher little finger. I listened to him with relish.“‘I have seen a great many women in my day,’ he said,‘but I give you my word of honour, I speak as a friend,your Natasha Andreyevna is a pearl, a rare girl. Ofcourse she has her defects—many of them, in fact, ifyou like—but still she is fascinating.’“And the lawyer began talking of my fiancée’s defects.Now I underst<strong>and</strong> very well that he was talking ofwomen in general, of their weak points in general, butat the time it seemed to me that he was talking only ofNatasha. He went into ecstasies over her turn-up nose,her shrieks, her shrill laugh, her airs <strong>and</strong> graces, preciselyall the things I so disliked in her. All that was, tohis thinking, infinitely sweet, graceful, <strong>and</strong> feminine.“Without my noticing it, he quickly passed from hisenthusiastic tone to one of fatherly admonition, <strong>and</strong>then to a light <strong>and</strong> derisive one…. <strong>The</strong>re was no presidingjudge <strong>and</strong> no one to check the diffusiveness of thelawyer. I had not time to open my mouth, besides, whatcould I say? What my friend said was not new, it waswhat everyone has known for ages, <strong>and</strong> the whole venomlay not in what he said, but in the damnable form heput it in. It really was beyond anything!“As I listened to him then I learned that the same wordhas thous<strong>and</strong>s of shades of meaning according to thetone in which it is pronounced, <strong>and</strong> the form which isgiven to the sentence. Of course I cannot reproduce thetone or the form; I can only say that as I listened to my82
Anton Tchekhovfriend <strong>and</strong> walked up <strong>and</strong> down the room, I was movedto resentment, indignation, <strong>and</strong> contempt together withhim. I even believed him when with tears in his eyes heinformed me that I was a great man, that I was worthyof a better fate, that I was destined to achieve somethingin the future which marriage would hinder!“‘My friend!’ he exclaimed, pressing my h<strong>and</strong>. ‘I beseechyou, I adjure you: stop before it is too late. Stop!May Heaven preserve you from this strange, cruel mistake!My friend, do not ruin your youth!’“Believe me or not, as you choose, but the long <strong>and</strong>the short of it was that I sat down to the table <strong>and</strong> wroteto my fiancée, breaking off the engagement. As I wroteI felt relieved that it was not yet too late to rectify mymistake. Sealing the letter, I hastened out into the streetto post it. <strong>The</strong> lawyer himself came with me.“‘Excellent! Capital!’ he applauded me as my letter toNatasha disappeared into the darkness of the box. ‘Icongratulate you with all my heart. I am glad for you.’“After walking a dozen paces with me the lawyer wenton:“‘Of course, marriage has its good points. I, for instance,belong to the class of people to whom marriage<strong>and</strong> home life is everything.’“And he proceeded to describe his life, <strong>and</strong> lay beforeme all the hideousness of a solitary bachelor existence.“He spoke with enthusiasm of his future wife, of thesweets of ordinary family life, <strong>and</strong> was so eloquent, sosincere in his ecstasies that by the time we had reachedhis door, I was in despair.“‘What are you doing to me, you horrible man?’ I said,gasping. ‘You have ruined me! Why did you make mewrite that cursed letter? I love her, I love her!’“And I protested my love. I was horrified at my conductwhich now seemed to me wild <strong>and</strong> senseless. It isimpossible, gentlemen, to imagine a more violent emotionthan I experienced at that moment. Oh, what Iwent through, what I suffered! If some kind person hadthrust a revolver into my h<strong>and</strong> at that moment, I shouldhave put a bullet through my brains with pleasure.“‘Come, come …’ said the lawyer, slapping me on theshoulder, <strong>and</strong> he laughed. ‘Give over crying. <strong>The</strong> letter83
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