I brought you a painting, and she whispered timidly that her lips were shaking a naurere.
Ah, draft
The painter took the draft and walked and looked as if he had entered another room mechanically.
Stepanova Ivanovna obediently followed him.
Naurere-he muttered, and then he started to rhyme. Rolt Joel poulter 7.
She came from the studio in a hurry, and her dress rustled, which means that she left. Ivanovna in stepanova really wanted to grab something heavy and throw it at the painter’s head, then turned and ran away, but her eyes were blurred and she couldn’t see anything clearly. She felt that she was not stepanova Ivanovna, not a female painter, but a little reptile.
I’m tired. The painter said lazily, looking at the painting, shaking his head to drive away drowsiness. Of course, it’s a good painting. But today, a painting is still a painting last year and next month. Why don’t you get tired of it? I would have thrown away the brush and didn’t do some music seriously. You know you are not a painter. You are a musician, but you know how tired I am. I’ll ask them to send tea, okay?
He left the room. stepanova Ivanovna heard what he was telling the page. She didn’t want him to say goodbye and explain to each other. The most important thing was that she had to cry. Before Riabov came back, she hurried to the front room and put on overshoes and came to the street. She just breathed a sigh of relief and felt that she had been with Riabov, painting and the heavy humiliation that had just weighed on her heart in the studio. It was all over.
She went to see a seamstress first, and then visited Barnet 8 yesterday. From Barnet 8, she went to a music shop. All the way, she was wondering how to write a cold letter full of personal dignity to Riabov, how to go to Crimea for a holiday with Daimov in spring or summer, and then break away from her old life completely and start a new life.
That night, she came home very late. She sat in the living room and wrote a letter without changing clothes. Riabov said that she was not a painter. Now she wrote to tell him that his New Year pictures were the same. He said that they were the same every day. Besides his achievements, he would not achieve anything in the future. He also wanted to tell him that he benefited from her good influence in many ways, saying that he continued to do stupid things because of the influence of various frivolous women. The woman hiding behind the canvas today is one of them.
There’s no way to call muff in her room, dear.
What’s up?
Honey, just don’t go into my room at the door. Here’s the thing. I caught diphtheria in the hospital the day before yesterday, and now I’m not comfortable. Go to Korostelev.
Stepanova Ivanovna calls her husband by his last name, just like a man who knows her well. She doesn’t call him by his first name, Osip, because his name is reminiscent of Ge Osip 9. Osip is hoarse and Arhip is hoarse. Now she shouts Osip, which is impossible.
Go, I feel bad. Daimov said behind the door, but I can hear him walking back to the sofa and lying down again. Go, come, his voice is low
What’s the matter? stepanova Ivanovna thought, her hands and feet are cold with fear. This disease can be dangerous.
She inexplicably held a candle and went into her bedroom to think about what to do. She glanced at the dressing mirror, a short coat that scared her face, two sleeves towering high and a lot of yellow ruffled skirts on her chest. She felt that she looked terrible and disgusting. She suddenly felt sorry for Daimov’s failure to live up to his deep love for her. I’m sorry for his young life. She thought of his usual smiling face from time to time. She was so sad that she cried and immediately wrote a letter of help to Korostelev.
At seven o’clock in the morning, stepanova Ivanovna’s head sank because of insomnia at night, and she was ugly and looked ashamed. Then a black Mr. Hu hit her and walked into the front room. It seems that he is a doctor’s room. Korostelev twisted his left moustache with his right hand at the door.
I’m sorry, I can’t let you in to see him. He told stepanova Ivanovna somberly that the disease would infect the truth, and you don’t need to go in. He is in a coma and talking nonsense.
He really has diphtheria. stepanova Ivanovna asked low.
Those who know the danger but are determined to take risks should really be sent to court for trial. Korostelev mumbled something that didn’t answer stepanova Ivanovna’s question. Do you know how he got infected? On Tuesday, he sucked diphtheria mucus from a sick child through a straw. Is it necessary? Stupidity is nonsense.
Is it dangerous? stepanova Ivanovna asked.
It is said that the disease is difficult to treat, and it is really necessary for Schleck to come.
A short man with brown hair and a long nose spoke with a Jewish accent, and then a tall man with a camel’s back and fluffy hair looked like a big sacrifice. Finally, a young man came, fat and ruddy, wearing a pair of glasses. The doctors came to be his colleagues on duty. Korostelev didn’t come home after work. He stayed like a shadow and walked around the rooms. The maid sent tea to the doctors on duty and kept running to the pharmacy. No one picked up the roots of the house, and it was deserted and desolate.
Stepanova Ivanovna sat alone in her bedroom and thought that it was the emperor who punished her for being unfaithful to her husband. This taciturn person never complained. This gentle and weak person who lost his personality because of being too kind was lying in his room at the moment. He silently endured pain and remorse. Even if he vomited a complaint, even if he had a high fever, the doctor on duty would know the cause. They would ask Korostelev because he knew everything. No wonder he looked at his friend’s wife with imitation eyes. Buddha is saying that she is the real culprit, diphtheria is just her accomplice. She doesn’t remember the moonlit night in Volga River, the love confession and the poetic life in the farmhouse. She remembers that she was spoiled from head to toe because of illusory pursuit, and it was difficult to clean her up from now on.
Ah, I cheated him so hard. She remembered her troubled affair with Riabov.
At four o’clock in the afternoon, she had lunch with Korostelev. He didn’t eat anything, and frowned. When she didn’t eat anything, she prayed in secret and swore to the emperor that she would love Dimov again once he got well. When she became his faithful wife forever, she looked trance-stricken and looked at Korostelev. Isn’t it boring to be an ordinary person who didn’t have a little place to look haggard and behave rudely? At the same time, she felt that the emperor would immediately execute her because she was afraid of being infected and never went to her husband’s room. She was always depressed and believed that her life was ruined and could never be saved.
After lunch, it was dark. Ivanovna from stepanova walked into the living room and saw Korostelev lying on the sofa bed with a gold embroidered silk cushion snoring.
Doctors on duty come and go, and no one pays attention to this messy state. Outsiders are sleeping on the wall in the living room. These paintings are quaint and decorated with disheveled hair and clothes. The hostess has now lost the slightest interest. A doctor accidentally smiled, which seemed so strange and disturbing that it made people shudder.
When stepanova Ivanovna walked into the living room again, Korostelev was already awake, and he was sitting there smoking.
His diphtheria has metastasized to the nasal cavity, and the heart function of his novel is hard to say. In fact, the situation is very bad
Then go to Schlek, said stepanova Ivanovna.
He’s been here, and diphtheria has spread to the nasal cavity. It’s because he found out that Schlek has been able to do it. To be honest, Schlek has also saved the day. He’s Schlek and I’m Korostelev. That’s all.
Time passed slowly. stepanova Ivanovna was lying in bed and didn’t pick up the bed since morning. She seemed to feel that a house was filled with huge iron blocks from floor to ceiling. Everyone would feel relaxed and happy if this iron block was removed. When she came to her senses, she remembered that it was not iron blocks but Daimov’s disease.
Naurere port, she was thinking about falling asleep again. What happened to Shrek in the port sanatorium? Shrek Glek Friec Shrek, where are my friends now? Do they know that our family is unfortunate? Lord, help me and forgive me. Shrek Shrek.
It’s iron again. It’s slow. When the wall clock rings from time to time, I hear the doorbell. It’s the doctors. A maid came in with a tray cup and asked
Do you want to pick up the bed, madam?
The maid didn’t get an answer, so she went to the building. The bell rang. She dreamed that it was drizzling in the Volga River and someone came into the bedroom as if it were an outsider. stepanova Ivanovna suddenly sat up and recognized him as Korostelev.
What time is it? she asked
It’s almost three o’clock.
Oh, how about it?
What else can I do? I’m here to tell one that he’s dying.
He sobbed and sat next to her and wiped her tears on the sleeve of the bed. She was white for a while, but she was cold and slowly drew a cross. She was dying. He sobbed again and again. He was dying because he sacrificed himself. What a great loss it was for Keke. He said sadly that if we were compared with him, he was a great and uneven mortal. How much hope did he give us? Korostelev twisted his hands and went on. Like him, he can’t find osika, Daimov and osika Daimov with lanterns now. How could you be like this? Oh, my God!
Korostelev hid his face with his hands and shook his head in despair.