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schoolroom. They sat down to a table covered with an oilcloth cut in slits by penknives. "I dont, I dont believe it!" Dolly said, trying to catch his glance that avoided her. "One cannot disbelieve facts, Darya Alexandrovna," said he, with an emphasis on the word "facts." "But what has she done?" said Darya Alexandrovna. "What precisely has she done?" "She has forsaken her duty, and deceived her husband. Thats what she has done," said he. "No, no, it cant be! No, for Gods sake, you are mistaken," said Dolly, putting her hands to her temples and closing her eyes. Alexey Alexandrovitch smiled coldly, with his lips alone, meaning to signify to her and to himself the firmness of his conviction; but this warm defense, though it could not shake him, reopened his wound. He began to speak with greater heat. "It is extremely difficult to be mistaken when a wife herself informs her husband of the fact--informs him that eight years of her life, and a son, all thats a mistake, and that she wants to begin life again," he said angrily, with a snort. "Anna and sin--I cannot connect them, I cannot believe it!" "Darya Alexandrovna," he said, now looking straight into Dollys kindly, troubled face, and feeling that his tongue was being loosened in spite of himself, "I would give a great deal for doubt to be still possible. When I doubted, I was miserable, but it was better than now. When I doubted, I had hope; but now there is no hope, and still I doubt of everything. I am in such doubt of everything that I even hate my son, and sometimes do not believe he is my son. I am very unhappy." He had no need to say that. Darya Alexandrovna had seen that as soon as he glanced into her face; and she felt sorry for him, and her faith in the innocence of her friend began to totter. "Oh, this is awful, awful! But can it be true that you are resolved on a divorce?" "I am resolved on extreme measures. There is nothing else for me to do." "Nothing else to do, nothing else to do..." she replied, with tears in her eyes. "Oh no, dont say nothing else to do!" she said. "What is horrible in a trouble of this kind is that one cannot, as in any other--in loss, in death--bear ones trouble in peace, but that one must act," said he, as though guessing her thought. "One must get out of the humiliating position in which one is placed; one cant live _a trois_." "I understand, I quite understand that," said Dolly, and her head sank. She was silent for a little, thinking of herself, of her own grief in her family, and all at once, with an impulsive movement, she raised her head and clasped her hands with an imploring gesture. "But wait a little! You are a Christian. Think of her! What will become of her, if you cast her off?" "I have thought, Darya Alexandrovna, I have thought a great deal," said Alexey Alexandrovitch. His face turned red in patches, and his dim eyes looked straight before him. Darya Alexandrovna at that moment pitied him with all her heart. "That was what I did indeed when she herself made known to me my humiliation; I left everything as of old. I gave her a chance to reform, I tried to save her. And with what result? She would not regard the slightest request--that she should observe decorum," he said, getting heated. "One may save anyone who does not want to be ruined; but if the whole nature is so corrupt, so depraved, that ruin itself seems to be her salvation, whats to be done?" "Anything, only not divorce!" answered Darya Alexandrovna "But what is anything?" "No, it is awful! She will be no ones wife, she will be lost!" "What can I do?" said Alexey Alexandrovitch, raising his shoulders and his eyebrows. The recollection of his wifes last act had so incensed him that he had become frigid, as at the beginning of the conversation. "I am very grateful for your sympathy, but I must be going," he said, getting up. "No, wait a minute. You must not ruin her. Wait a little; I will tell you about myself. I was married, and my husband deceived me; in anger and jealousy, I would have thrown up everything, I would myself....

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