been feeling so broken in spirit . . . and mentally shattered ever since March. . . .
"Oh, yes! shattered since March. . . . Stop a minute. Don't you smoke?"
"As you know, in old days when Natalya Vassilyevna was living I. . . ."
"To be sure, to be sure; and since March?"
"Just a cigarette, perhaps."
"Here is a cigarette. Light it—and go on! Go on, it's awfully———"
And, lighting a cigar, Velchaninov quickly settled himself on the bed again.
Pavel Pavlovitch paused.
"But how excited you are yourself. Are you quite in good health?"
"Oh, damn my health!" Velchaninov was suddenly exasperated. "Continue!"
The visitor, for his part, looking at his companion's agitation, seemed better pleased and grew more self-confident.
"But what is there to continue?" he began again. "Imagine, Alexey Ivanovitch, in the first place, a man destroyed—that is, not simply destroyed, but fundamentally, so to say; a man whose existence is transformed after twenty years of married life, wandering about the streets with no consistent object, as though in a wilderness, almost in a state of oblivion, and finding a certain fascination in that oblivion. It is natural that sometimes, when I meet an acquaintance, even a real friend, I purposely go out of my way to avoid approaching him, at such a moment of oblivion, I mean. And at another moment one remembers everything so, and so longs to see any one who has witnessed that recent past, gone now never to return, and has taken part in it, and one's heart beats so violently that one is ready to risk throwing oneself upon a friend by night as well as by day, even though one might have to wake him up at four o'clock in the morning on purpose. . . . I have made a mistake about the time only, not about our friendship; for this moment more than makes up for it. And as for the time, I really thought it was only twelve, feeling as I do. One drinks the cup of one's sorrow till one is drunk with it. And it's not sorrow, indeed, but the novelty of my state that crushes me. . . ."
"How strangely you express yourself? Velchaninov observed gloomily, becoming extremely grave again.
