![]() ![]() ![]() Don't I know it? Of course I see that it is foolish for me to live so long, but wait! I shall soon set you all free. ![]() You are young and healthy and beautiful, and longing for life, and I am an old dotard, almost a dead man already. HELENA gets up and walks away from him, sitting down at a distance. I am more hateful to you than to any one. You speak as if we were to blame for your being old. Oh, damn this horrible, accursed old age! Ever since I have been old I have been hateful to myself, and I am sure, hateful to you all as well. They say that Turgenieff got angina of the heart from gout. You are tired this is the second night you have had no sleep. Look for Batushka to-morrow morning we used to have him, I remember. I want you to look for Batushka's works in the library to-morrow. I don't believe this is gout, it is more like rheumatism. I dreamt just now that my left leg belonged to some one else, and it hurt so that I woke. SEREBRAKOFF is dozing in an arm-chair by an open window and HELENA is sitting beside him, also half asleep. The tapping of the WATCHMAN'S rattle is heard in the garden. ![]()
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