ng about their rooms； and that gave a peculiar charm to their manner towards me； as though in my presence their life； too； was purer and more beautiful。 Anna Alexyevna and I used to go to the theatre together； always walking there； we used to sit side by side in the stalls； our shoulders touching。 I would take the opera…glass from her hands without a word； and feel at that minute that she was near me； that she was mine； that we could not live without each other； but by some strange misunderstanding； when we came out of the theatre we always said good…bye and parted as though we were strangers。 Goodness knows what people were saying about us in the town already； but there was not a word of truth in it all！
〃In the latter years Anna Alexyevna took to going away for frequent visits to her mother or to her sister； she began to suffer from low spirits； she began to recognize that her life was spoilt and unsatisfied； and at times she did not care to see her husband nor her children。 She was already being treated for neurasthenia。
〃We were silent and still silent； and in the presence of outsiders she displayed a strange irritation in regard to me； whatever I talked about； she disagreed with me； and if I had an argument she sided with my opponent。 If I dropped anything； she would say coldly：
〃 'I congratulate you。'
〃If I forgot to take the opera…glass when we were going to the theatre； she would say afterwards：
〃 'I knew you would forget it。'
〃Luckily or unluckily； there is nothing in our lives that does not end sooner or later。 The time of parting came； as Luganovitch was appointed president in one of the western provinces。 They had to sell their furniture； their horses； their summer villa。 When they drove out to the villa； and afterwards looked back as they were going away； to look for the last time at the garden； at the green roof； every one was sad； and I realized that I had to say goodbye not only to the villa。 It was arranged that at the end of August we should see Anna Alexyevna off to the Crimea； where the doctors were sending her； and that a little later Luganovitch and the children would set off for the western province。
〃We were a great crowd to see Anna Alexye vna off。 When she had said good…bye to her husband and her children and there was only a minute left before the third bell； I ran into her compartment to put a basket； which she had almost forgotten； on the rack； and I had to say good…bye。 When our eyes met in the compartment our spiritual fortitude deserted us both； I took her in my arms； she pressed her face to my breast； and tears flowed from her eyes。 Kissing her face； her shoulders； her hands wet with tears oh； how unhappy we were！ I confessed my love for her； and with a burning pain in my heart I realized how unnecessary； how petty； and how deceptive all that had hindered us from loving was。 I understood that when you love you must either； in your reasonings about that love； start from what is highest； from what is more important than happiness or unhappiness； sin or virtue in their accepted meaning； or you must not reason at all。
〃I kissed her for the last time； pressed her hand； and parted for ever。 The train had already started。 I went into the next compartment it was empty and until I reached the next station I sat there crying。 Then I walked home to Sofino。 。 。 。〃
While Alehin was telling his story； the rain left off and the sun came out。 Burkin and Ivan Ivanovitch went out on the balcony； from which there was a beautiful view over the garden and the mill…pond； which was shining now in the sunshine like a mirror。 They admired it； and at the same time they were sorry that this man with the kind； clever eyes； who had told them this story with such genuine feeling； should be rushing round and round this huge estate like a squirrel on a wheel instead of devoting himself to science or something else which would have made his life more pleasant； and they thought what a sorrowful face Anna Alexyevna must have had when he said good…bye to her in the railway…carriage and kissed her face and shoulders。 Both of them had met her in the town； and Burkin knew her and thought her beautiful。
THE LOTTERY TICKET
IVAN DMITRITCH； a middle…class man who lived with his family on an income of twelve hundred a year and was very well satisfied with his lot； sat down on the sofa after supper and began reading the newspaper。
〃I forgot to look at the newspaper today；〃 his wife said to him as she cleared the table。 〃Look and see whether the list of drawings is there。〃
〃Yes； it is；〃 said Ivan Dmitritch； 〃but hasn't your ticket lapsed？〃
〃No； I took the interest on Tuesday。〃
〃What is the number？〃
〃Series 9；499； number 26。〃
〃All right 。 。 。 we will look 。 。 。 9；499 and 26。〃
Ivan Dmitritch had no faith in lottery luck； and would not； as a rule； have consented to look at the lists of winning numbers； but now； as he had nothing else to do and as the newspaper was before his eyes； he passed his finger downwards along the column of numbers。 And immediately； as though in mockery of his scepticism； no further than the second line from the top； his eye was caught by the figure 9；499！ Unable to believe his eyes； he hurriedly dropped the paper on his knees without looking to see the number of the ticket； and； just as though some one had given him a douche of cold water； he felt an agreeable chill in the pit of the stomach； tingling and terrible and sweet！
〃Masha； 9；499 is there！〃 he said in a hollow voice。
His wife looked at his astonished and panic…stricken face； and realized that he was not joking。
〃9；499？〃 she asked； turning pale and dropping the folded tablecloth on the table。
〃Yes； yes 。 。 。 it really is there！〃
〃And the number of the ticket？〃
〃Oh； yes！ There's the number of the ticket too。 But stay 。 。 。 wait！ No； I say！ Anyway； the number of our series is there！ Anyway； you understand。 。 。 。〃
Looking at his wife； Ivan Dmitritch gave a broad； senseless smile； like a baby when a bright object is shown it。 His wife smiled too； it was as pleasant to her as to him that he only mentioned the series； and did not try to find out the number of the winning ticket。 To torment and tantalize oneself with hopes of possible fortune is so sweet； so thrilling！
〃It is our series；〃 said Ivan Dmitritch； after a long silence。 〃So there is a probability that we have won。 It's only a probability； but there it is！〃
〃Well； now look！〃
〃Wait a little。 We have plenty of time to be disappointed。 It's on the second line from the top； so the prize is seventy…five thousand。 That's not money； but power； capital！ And in a minute I shall look at the list； and there 26！ Eh？ I say； what if we really have won？〃
The husband and wife began laughing and staring at one another in silence。 The possibility of winning bewildered them； they could not have said； could not have dreamed； what they both needed that seventy…five thousand for； what they would buy； where they would go。 They thought only of the figures 9；499 and 75；000 and pictured them in their imagination； while somehow they could not think of the happiness itself which was so possible。
Ivan Dmitritch； holding the paper in his hand； walked several times from corner to corner； and only when he had recovered from the first impression began dreaming a little。
〃And if we have won；〃 he said 〃why； it will be a new life； it will be a transformation！ The ticket is yours； but if it were mine I should； first of all； of course； spend twenty…five thousand on real property in the shape of an estate； ten thousand on immediate expenses； new furnishing 。 。 。 travelling 。 。 。 paying debts； and so on。 。 。 。 The other forty thousand I would put in the bank and get interest on it。〃
〃Yes； an estate； that would be nice；〃 said his wife； sitting down and dropping her hands in her lap。
〃Somewhere in the Tula or Oryol provinces。 。 。 。 In the first place we shouldn't need a summer villa； and besides； it would always bring in an income。〃
And pictures came crowding on his imagination； each more gracious and poetical than the last。 And in all these pictures he saw himself well…fed； serene； healthy； felt warm； even hot！ Here； after eating a summer soup； cold as ice； he lay on his back on the burning sand close to a stream or in the garden under a lime…tree。 。 。 。 It is hot。 。 。 。 His little boy and girl are crawling about near him； digging in the sand or catching ladybirds in the grass。 He dozes sweetly； thinking of nothing； and feeling all over that he need not go to the office today； tomorrow； or the day after。 Or； tired of lying still； he goes to the hayfield； or to the forest for mushrooms； or watches the peasants catching fish with a net。 When the sun sets he takes a towel and soap and saunters to the bathing…shed； where he undresses at his leisure； slowly rubs his bare chest with his hands； and goes into the water。 And in the water； near the opaque soapy circles； little fish flit to and fro and green water…weeds nod their heads。 After bathing there is tea with cream and milk rolls。 。 。 。 In the evening a walk or _vint_ with the neighbours。
〃Yes； it would be nice to buy an estate；〃 said his wife； also dreaming； and from her face it was evident that she was enchanted by her thoughts。
Ivan Dmitritch pictured to himself autumn with its rains； its cold evenings； and its St。 Martin's summer。 At that season he would have to take longer walks about the garden and beside the river； so as to get thoroughly chilled； and then drink a big glass of vodka and eat a salted mushroom or a soused cucumber； and then drink another。 。 。 。 The children would come running from the kitchen…garden； bringing a carrot and a radish smelling of fresh earth。 。 。 。 And then； he would lie stretched full length on the sofa； and in leisurely fashion turn over the pages of some illustrated magazine； or； covering his face with it and unbuttoning his waistcoat； give himself up to slumber。
The St。 Martin's summer is followed by cloudy； gloomy weather。 It rains day and night； the bare trees weep； the wind is damp and cold。 The dogs； the horses； the fowls all are wet； depressed； downcast。 There is nowhere to walk； one can't go out for days together； one has to pace up and down the room；