I walk on the carpet and you lie when you walk. Ivan petrovich said in a jingle and helped his daughter into the carriage. He lied when he walked. Let’s go. Bye.
They left by car.
I went to the cemetery last night. Startsev said that what you did was not too harmful and cruel.
You went to the cemetery
Yes, I went and waited for almost two hours. I was so miserable.
Since you don’t know how to joke, you should suffer.
Yekaterina Ivanovna thought of playing a trick on a man who loved her so skillfully, and the other person loved her so passionately that she couldn’t help laughing. Suddenly, she exclaimed, because at this moment, two horses suddenly turned towards the club gate, and the carriage tilted, and Startsev took advantage of it to put her arms around her waist. She was so scared that he couldn’t help kissing her lips warmly, and she hugged her tighter.
Stop it, she said drily
She got into the car soon, and the gate of the club was brightly lit. A policeman yelled at Pan Jielaimeng in a very unpleasant tone.
Why are you stopping, you stupid bird? Get rid of the car
Startsev went home by car, but soon he turned back. He wore a borrowed white hard bow tie, which somehow always turned up and wanted to slide from the neckline. At midnight, he sat in the club lounge and said cheerfully to yekaterina Ivanovna.
Ah, I’ve never been in love before. How do you know what love is? In my opinion, no one has accurately described love yet, and this kind of gentle, happy and painful feeling is even hard to describe. Whoever has experienced this kind of feeling even once, he doesn’t want to express it in words. He must come to the scene and describe it in detail. What is my love? I beg you. I beg you, Startsev, finally say it and be my wife.
Dmitri Yaoqi yekaterina Ivanovna thought for a moment and said very seriously, Dmitri Yaoqi, I am very grateful to you for your sincerity and I respect you, but she said, but I dare not be your wife. Let’s talk about Dmitri Yaoqi seriously. You know that I love art more than anything else in my life. I love music crazily. I worship music and I want to dedicate myself to it. I want to be a singer. I am eager for honor and achievement, but you want me to stay in this city and continue this vain benefit. I’ve put up with being your wife. Oh, I don’t understand that people should pursue a lofty and brilliant goal, and family life will always bind me. Dmitry Yaoqi smiled here, because the name reminded her of Alexei ophira Ketchi Dmitry Yaoqi. You are a kind and noble person, and no one can compare with you. She has tears in her eyes when you say this. I sincerely sympathize with you, but you have to be white.
Crying, she quickly turned and ran to the lounge.
Startsev’s heart stopped beating violently. One thing he did when he walked into the street from the club was to pull the hard bow tie. He sighed deeply. He felt a little embarrassed. His respect was hurt. He didn’t expect to be rejected. He didn’t believe all his fantasies. He hoped that he would fall into such an embarrassing ending. It was like an amateur play. He felt so sad that he couldn’t help crying or holding an umbrella to fight Pan Jielaimeng.
For two or three days in a row, he didn’t eat or sleep. It was when he learned that yekaterina Ivanovna had gone to Moscow and entered the concert hall that he calmed down and lived his old life.
Later, he occasionally recalled wandering in the cemetery and running around the city to borrow gifts, always stretching lazily and saying
How much trouble you’ve caused is really
four
Four years later, Startsev’s business in the city has been quite busy. Every afternoon, he hurried to see patients in Jiali, and then rushed to the city to practice medicine. Now he is not riding a double carriage, but a troika with many small bells. Every day, he can’t get home until late at night. He is getting fatter and fatter, suffering from asthma, and he is too lazy to walk. Pan Jielaimeng is also getting fatter. The wider his waist is, the more he laments his fate. It is too tiring to drive a carriage.
Startsev has been to all kinds of families and met many people, but he didn’t know much about them. The locals talked about their views on life and their appearance. He became angry when he saw them. Gradually, he learned that you can play cards with the locals or eat and drink. They are all calm, generous and kind. But when the topic comes to eating and drinking foreign affairs, they will become blank or make a hole in their stupid and vicious comments. When they waved their hands, Startsev tried to find some local ideas. When people talk about human beings, he said thank God that human beings are making continuous progress and that the death penalty with passports will be abolished as time goes by. At this time, the other party looked at him askance and asked him, saying that when people come, they can kill people in the street. When Startsev took part in entertainment, after dinner and drinking, he said that people should work without work and life is hard to survive. Everyone thought that this was accusing them of being angry and arguing with him. Even so, the city people were still not interested in anything, and they simply wondered if they could talk about Starce. Husband avoids all kinds of talks about eating, drinking and playing cards. Whenever he touches the host of a family celebration, he sits and looks at the table in front of him, eating and drinking silently. Talking is boring, unfair and stupid. He is indignant and excited, but he says nothing. Because he always keeps a straight face and looks at the table, the city people call him arrogant Polish, although he is not Polish at all.
He never takes part in entertainment such as drama concerts, but he plays cards for three hours every night and enjoys himself as well. He unconsciously becomes fascinated with playing cards and draws money from his pockets for practicing medicine every night. These colorful tickets smell like perfume, vinegar and fish oil. When these tickets are randomly stuffed in each pocket, they will be about 70 rubles. When they are accumulated to several hundred, they will be sent to the credit period.
After four years in Ivanovna, yekaterina, Startsev has been to Turkin’s home twice, or should Vera Iosifov treat her migraine. Ivanovna, yekaterina, comes back for vacation every summer, but he hasn’t seen her once. Somehow, he misses it every time.
Four years passed in this way. On a quiet and warm morning, a letter was sent to the hospital. The letter was written by Vera Iosifov to Dmitry Yaoqi. The letter said that she missed him very much and that he would come to relieve her pain. Besides, today is her birthday, and a postscript was attached to the letter. I invited you to card as my mother did.
Startsev thought about it and drove to Turkin’s house in the evening.
Oh, hello, Ivan petrovich greeted him with an eyebrow and a smile.
Vera Iosifov is much older and her hair is white. She holds Startsev’s hand or sighs.
Doctor, you obviously don’t want to be attentive to me. I’m too old to deserve you if you don’t come to our house, but now that I’m back, a young man may be luckier than me.
What about Kotik? She has lost some weight, become more beautiful and slimmer, but she is yekaterina Ivanovna, not Kotik. She is no longer full of vigor and innocence, and now her eyes and manners show a new expression of timidity and guilt, as if she were here and at Turkin’s house.
I haven’t seen you for many years, she said, handing her hand to Startsev. I could see that she was a little flustered. She stared at his face curiously and continued, you are getting fat. You are tanned and strong, but on the whole, it hasn’t changed much.
Now he is still her, but she seems to be missing something or saying something more.
He couldn’t tell exactly what it was, but something hindered him. He didn’t feel as passionate as before. He didn’t think of her pale face, her new expression and a faint smile. After a while, he couldn’t even ignore her clothes and sit in an armchair. At that time, he almost wanted to marry her. He remembered the love fantasy that made him excited four years ago. I hope he didn’t feel up.
Everyone has tea and dessert, and then Vera Iosifov reads her novels and stories that will never happen in life. Startsev listens and looks at her beautiful white hair, hoping that she will finish it early.