THE KREUTZER SONATA
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He poured out a glass of tea for me.
"They are talking and lying—" he said.
"What are you referring to?" I asked.
"To the same thing: to that love of theirs, and to what they mean by it. Don't you want to sleep?"
"Not at all."
"Then, if you wish, I will tell you how this same love had led me to do what I did."
"If it will not be painful to you."
"No, it is painful for me to keep quiet. Drink the tea—or is it too strong?" The tea was really like beer, but I swallowed a glass. Just then the conductor entered. He silently followed him with angry eyes, and began to speak only after he had left.
