<strong>The</strong> <strong>Schoolmaster</strong> & <strong>other</strong> <strong>stories</strong>at the lighted windows of the second storey there wasan audible catch in his breath.“If anything happens … I shall not survive it,” hesaid, going into the hall with the doctor, <strong>and</strong> rubbinghis h<strong>and</strong>s in agitation. “But there is no commotion, soeverything must be going well so far,” he added, listeningin the stillness.<strong>The</strong>re was no sound in the hall of steps or voices <strong>and</strong>all the house seemed asleep in spite of the lighted windows.Now the doctor <strong>and</strong> Abogin, who till then hadbeen in darkness, could see each <strong>other</strong> clearly. <strong>The</strong> doctorwas tall <strong>and</strong> stooped, was untidily dressed <strong>and</strong> notgood-looking. <strong>The</strong>re was an unpleasantly harsh, morose,<strong>and</strong> unfriendly look about his lips, thick as a negro’s,his aquiline nose, <strong>and</strong> listless, apathetic eyes. His unkempthead <strong>and</strong> sunken temples, the premature greynessof his long, narrow beard through which his chinwas visible, the pale grey hue of his skin <strong>and</strong> his careless,uncouth manners—the harshness of all this wassuggestive of years of poverty, of ill fortune, of wearinesswith life <strong>and</strong> with men. Looking at his frigid figureone could hardly believe that this man had a wife, thathe was capable of weeping over his child. Abogin presenteda very different appearance. He was a thick-set,sturdy-looking, fair man with a big head <strong>and</strong> large, softfeatures; he was elegantly dressed in the very latest fashion.In his carriage, his closely buttoned coat, his longhair, <strong>and</strong> his face there was a suggestion of somethinggenerous, leonine; he walked with his head erect <strong>and</strong> hischest squared, he spoke in an agreeable baritone, <strong>and</strong>there was a shade of refined almost feminine elegancein the manner in which he took off his scarf <strong>and</strong>smoothed his hair. Even his paleness <strong>and</strong> the childliketerror with which he looked up at the stairs as he tookoff his coat did not detract from his dignity nor diminishthe air of sleekness, health, <strong>and</strong> aplomb which characterizedhis whole figure.“<strong>The</strong>re is nobody <strong>and</strong> no sound,” he said going up thestairs. “<strong>The</strong>re is no commotion. God grant all is well.”He led the doctor through the hall into a big drawingroomwhere there was a black piano <strong>and</strong> a ch<strong>and</strong>elier ina white cover; from there they both went into a very20
Anton Tchekhovsnug, pretty little drawing-room full of an agreeable,rosy twilight.“Well, sit down here, doctor, <strong>and</strong> I … will be back directly.I will go <strong>and</strong> have a look <strong>and</strong> prepare them.”Kirilov was left alone. <strong>The</strong> luxury of the drawingroom,the agreeably subdued light <strong>and</strong> his own presencein the stranger’s unfamiliar house, which had somethingof the character of an adventure, did not apparentlyaffect him. He sat in a low chair <strong>and</strong> scrutinized hish<strong>and</strong>s, which were burnt with carbolic. He only caughta passing glimpse of the bright red lamp-shade <strong>and</strong> thevioloncello case, <strong>and</strong> glancing in the direction where theclock was ticking he noticed a stuffed wolf as substantial<strong>and</strong> sleek-looking as Abogin himself.It was quiet…. Somewhere far away in the adjoiningrooms someone uttered a loud exclamation:“Ah!” <strong>The</strong>re was a clang of a glass door, probably of acupboard, <strong>and</strong> again all was still. After waiting five minutesKirilov left off scrutinizing his h<strong>and</strong>s <strong>and</strong> raisedhis eyes to the door by which Abogin had vanished.In the doorway stood Abogin, but he was not the sameas when he had gone out. <strong>The</strong> look of sleekness <strong>and</strong> refinedelegance had disappeared—his face, his h<strong>and</strong>s, hisattitude were contorted by a revolting expression ofsomething between horror <strong>and</strong> agonizing physical pain.His nose, his lips, his moustache, all his features weremoving <strong>and</strong> seemed trying to tear themselves from hisface, his eyes looked as though they were laughing withagony….Abogin took a heavy stride into the drawing-room,bent forward, moaned, <strong>and</strong> shook his fists.“She has deceived me,” he cried, with a strong emphasison the second syllable of the verb. “Deceived me,gone away. She fell ill <strong>and</strong> sent me for the doctor only torun away with that clown Paptchinsky! My God!”Abogin took a heavy step towards the doctor, held outhis soft white fists in his face, <strong>and</strong> shaking them wenton yelling:“Gone away! Deceived me! But why this deception?My God! My God! What need of this dirty, scoundrellytrick, this diabolical, snakish farce? What have I doneto her? Gone away!”21
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