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Sanine

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In a moment Sarudine's life had undergone a complete change. Careless,

easy, and gay as it had been before, so now it seemed to him distorted,

dire, and unendurable. The laughing mask had fallen; the hideous face

of a monster was revealed.

Tanaroff had taken him home in a droschky. On the way he exaggerated

his pain and weakness so as not to have to open his eyes. In this way

he thought that he would avoid the shame levelled at him by thousands

of eyes so soon as they encountered his.

The slim, blue back of the droschky driver, the passers-by,

malicious, inquisitive faces at windows, even Tanaroff's arm round his

waist were all, as he imagined, silent expressions of undisguised

contempt. So intensely painful did this sensation become, that at last

Sarudine almost fainted. He felt as if he were losing his reason, and

he longed to die. His brain refused to recognize what had happened. He

kept thinking that there was a mistake, some misunderstanding, and that

his plight was not as desperate and deplorable as he imagined. Yet the

actual fact remained, and ever darker grew his despair.

Sarudine felt that he was being supported, that he was in pain, and

that his hands were blood-stained and dirty. It really surprised him to

know that he was still conscious of it all. At times, when the vehicle

turned a sharp corner, and swayed to one side, he partially opened his

eyes, and perceived, as if through tears, familiar streets, and houses,

and people, and the church. Nothing had become changed, yet all seemed

hostile, strange, and infinitely remote.

Passers-by stopped and stared. Sarudine instantly shut his eyes in

shame and despair. The drive seemed endless. "Faster! faster!" he

thought anxiously. Then, however, he pictured to himself the faces of

his man-servant, of his landlady, and of the neighbours, which made him

wish that the journey might never end. Just to drive on, drive on,

anywhere, like that, with eyes closed!

Tanaroff was horribly ashamed of this procession. Very red and

confused, he looked straight in front of him, and strove to give

onlookers the impression that he had nothing whatever to do with the

affair.

At first he professed to sympathize with Sarudine, but soon relapsed

into silence, occasionally through his clenched teeth urging the

coachman to drive quicker. From this, as also from the irresolute

support of his arm, which at times almost pushed him away, Sarudine

knew exactly what Tanaroff felt. It was this knowledge that a man whom

he held to be so absolutely his inferior should feel ashamed of him,

which convinced Sarudine that all was now at an end.

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