<strong>The</strong> <strong>Schoolmaster</strong> & <strong>other</strong> <strong>stories</strong><strong>The</strong> examining magistrate turned quickly, facing thedoctor, <strong>and</strong> screwing up his eyes, asked:“And from what do you conclude that she poisonedherself?”“I don’t conclude it, but I assume it. Was she on goodterms with her husb<strong>and</strong>?”“H’m, not altogether. <strong>The</strong>re had been misunderst<strong>and</strong>ingssoon after their marriage. <strong>The</strong>re were unfortunatecircumstances. She had found her husb<strong>and</strong> on one occasionwith a lady. She soon forgave him however.”“And which came first, her husb<strong>and</strong>’s infidelity or heridea of dying?”<strong>The</strong> examining magistrate looked attentively at thedoctor as though he were trying to imagine why he putthat question.“Excuse me,” he said, not quite immediately. “Let metry <strong>and</strong> remember.” <strong>The</strong> examining magistrate took offhis hat <strong>and</strong> rubbed his forehead. “Yes, yes … it was veryshortly after that incident that she began talking ofdeath. Yes, yes.”“Well, there, do you see? … In all probability it wasat that time that she made up her mind to poison herself,but, as most likely she did not want to kill her childalso, she put it off till after her confinement.”“Not likely, not likely! … it’s impossible. She forgavehim at the time.”“That she forgave it quickly means that she had somethingbad in her mind. Young wives do not forgivequickly.”<strong>The</strong> examining magistrate gave a forced smile, <strong>and</strong>,to conceal his too noticeable agitation, began lighting acigarette.“Not likely, not likely,” he went on. “No notion of anythingof the sort being possible ever entered into myhead…. And besides … he was not so much to blame asit seems…. He was unfaithful to her in rather a queerway, with no desire to be; he came home at night somewhatelevated, wanted to make love to somebody, hiswife was in an interesting condition … then he cameacross a lady who had come to stay for three days—damnation take her—an empty-headed creature, silly<strong>and</strong> not good-looking. It couldn’t be reckoned as an in-30
Anton Tchekhovfidelity. His wife looked at it in that way herself <strong>and</strong>soon … forgave it. Nothing more was said about it….”“People don’t die without a reason,” said the doctor.“That is so, of course, but all the same … I cannotadmit that she poisoned herself. But it is strange thatthe idea has never struck me before! And no one thoughtof it! Everyone was astonished that her prediction hadcome to pass, <strong>and</strong> the idea … of such a death was farfrom their mind. And indeed, it cannot be that she poisonedherself! No!”<strong>The</strong> examining magistrate pondered. <strong>The</strong> thought ofthe woman who had died so strangely haunted him allthrough the inquest. As he noted down what the doctordictated to him he moved his eyebrows gloomily <strong>and</strong>rubbed his forehead.“And are there really poisons that kill one in a quarterof an hour, gradually, without any pain?” he asked thedoctor while the latter was opening the skull.“Yes, there are. Morphia for instance.”“H’m, strange. I remember she used to keep somethingof the sort …. But it could hardly be.”On the way back the examining magistrate looked exhausted,he kept nervously biting his moustache, <strong>and</strong>was unwilling to talk.“Let us go a little way on foot,” he said to the doctor.“I am tired of sitting.”After walking about a hundred paces, the examiningmagistrate seemed to the doctor to be overcome withfatigue, as though he had been climbing up a high mountain.He stopped <strong>and</strong>, looking at the doctor with astrange look in his eyes, as though he were drunk, said:“My God, if your theory is correct, why it’s… it wascruel, inhuman! She poisoned herself to punish someone else! Why, was the sin so great? Oh, my God! Andwhy did you make me a present of this damnable idea,doctor!”<strong>The</strong> examining magistrate clutched at his head in despair,<strong>and</strong> went on:“What I have told you was about my own wife, aboutmyself. Oh, my God! I was to blame, I wounded her, butcan it have been easier to die than to forgive? That’stypical feminine logic—cruel, merciless logic. Oh, even31
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