will be the first to thank me。 I assure you you will。〃
In my own room I set to work without haste。 The exercise books were not bound； the pages were not numbered。 The entries were put in all sorts of handwritings； evidently any one who liked had a hand in managing the books。 In the record of the subscriptions in kind there was no note of their money value。 But； excuse me； I thought； the rye which is now worth one rouble fifteen kopecks may be worth two roubles fifteen kopecks in two months' time！ Was that the way to do things？ Then； 〃Given to A。 M。 Sobol 32 roubles。〃 When was it given？ For what purpose was it given？ Where was the receipt？ There was nothing to show； and no making anything of it。 In case of legal proceedings； these papers would only obscure the case。
〃How naive she is！〃 I thought with surprise。 〃What a child！〃
I felt both vexed and amused。
V
My wife had already collected eight thousand； with my five it would be thirteen thousand。 For a start that was very good。 The business which had so worried and interested me was at last in my hands； I was doing what the others would not and could not do； I was doing my duty； organizing the relief fund in a practical and businesslike way
Everything seemed to be going in accordance with my desires and intentions； but why did my feeling of uneasiness persist？ I spent four hours over my wife's papers； making out their meaning and correcting her mistakes； but instead of feeling soothed； I felt as though some one were standing behind me and rubbing my back with a rough hand。 What was it I wanted？ The organization of the relief fund had come into trustworthy hands； the hungry would be fed what more was wanted？
The four hours of this light work for some reason exhausted me； so that I could not sit bending over the table nor write。 From below I heard from time to time a smothered moan； it was my wife sobbing。 Alexey； invariably meek； sleepy； and sanctimonious； kept coming up to the table to see to the candles； and looked at me somewhat strangely。
〃Yes； I must go away；〃 I decided at last； feeling utterly exhausted。 〃As far as possible from these agreeable impressions！ I will set off tomorrow。〃
I gathered together the papers and exercise books； and went down to my wife。 As； feeling quite worn out and shattered； I held the papers and the exercise books to my breast with both hands； and passing through my bedroom saw my trunks； the sound of weeping reached me through the floor。
〃Are you a kammer…junker？〃 a voice whispered in my ear。 〃That's a very pleasant thing。 But yet you are a reptile。〃
〃It's all nonsense； nonsense； nonsense；〃 I muttered as I went downstairs。 〃Nonsense 。 。 。 and it's nonsense； too； that I am actuated by vanity or a love of display。 。 。 。 What rubbish！ Am I going to get a decoration for working for the peasants or be made the director of a department？ Nonsense； nonsense！ And who is there to show off to here in the country？〃
I was tired； frightfully tired； and something kept whispering in my ear： 〃Very pleasant。 But； still； you are a reptile。〃 For some reason I remembered a line out of an old poem I knew as a child： 〃How pleasant it is to be good！〃
My wife was lying on the couch in the same attitude； on her face and with her hands clutching her head。 She was crying。 A maid was standing beside her with a perplexed and frightened face。 I sent the maid away； laid the papers on the table； thought a moment and said：
〃Here are all your papers； Natalie。 It's all in order； it's all capital； and I am very much pleased。 I am going away tomorrow。〃
She went on crying。 I went into the drawing…room and sat there in the dark。 My wife's sobs； her sighs； accused me of something； and to justify myself I remembered the whole of our quarrel； starting from my unhappy idea of inviting my wife to our consultation and ending with the exercise books and these tears。 It was an ordinary attack of our conjugal hatred； senseless and unseemly； such as had been frequent during our married life； but what had the starving peasants to do with it？ How could it have happened that they had become a bone of contention between us？ It was just as though pursuing one another we had accidentally run up to the altar and had carried on a quarrel there。
〃Natalie；〃 I said softly from the drawing…room； 〃hush； hush！〃
To cut short her weeping and make an end of this agonizing state of affairs； I ought to have gone up to my wife and comforted her； caressed her； or apologized； but how could I do it so that she would believe me？ How could I persuade the wild duck； living in captivity and hating me； that it was dear to me； and that I felt for its sufferings？ I had never known my wife； so I had never known how to talk to her or what to talk about。 Her appearance I knew very well and appreciated it as it deserved； but her spiritual； moral world； her mind； her outlook on life； her frequent changes of mood； her eyes full of hatred； her disdain； the scope and variety of her reading which sometimes struck me； or； for instance； the nun…like expression I had seen on her face the day before all that was unknown and incomprehensible to me。 When in my collisions with her I tried to define what sort of a person she was； my psychology went no farther than deciding that she was giddy； impractical； ill…tempered； guided by feminine logic； and it seemed to me that that was quite sufficient。 But now that she was crying I had a passionate desire to know more。
The weeping ceased。 I went up to my wife。 She sat up on the couch； and； with her head propped in both hands； looked fixedly and dreamily at the fire。
〃I am going away tomorrow morning；〃 I said。
She said nothing。 I walked across the room； sighed； and said：
〃Natalie； when you begged me to go away； you said： 'I will forgive you everything； everything' 。 。 。 。 So you think I have wronged you。 I beg you calmly and in brief terms to formulate the wrong I've done you。〃
〃I am worn out。 Afterwards； some time。 。 。〃 said my wife。
〃How am I to blame？〃 I went on。 〃What have I done？ Tell me： you are young and beautiful； you want to live； and I am nearly twice your age and hated by you； but is that my fault？ I didn't marry you by force。 But if you want to live in freedom； go； I'll give you your liberty。 You can go and love who m you please。 。 。 。 I will give you a divorce。〃
〃That's not what I want；〃 she said。 〃You know I used to love you and always thought of myself as older than you。 That's all nonsense。 。 。 。 You are not to blame for being older or for my being younger； or that I might be able to love some one else if I were free； but because you are a difficult person； an egoist； and hate every one。〃
〃Perhaps so。 I don't know；〃 I said。
〃Please go away。 You want to go on at me till the morning； but I warn you I am quite worn out and cannot answer you。 You promised me to go to town。 I am very grateful； I ask nothing more。〃
My wife wanted me to go away； but it was not easy for me to do that。 I was dispirited and I dreaded the big； cheerless； chill rooms that I was so weary of。 Sometimes when I had an ache or a pain as a child； I used to huddle up to my mother or my nurse； and when I hid my face in the warm folds of their dress； it seemed to me as though I were hiding from the pain。 And in the same way it seemed to me now that I could only hide from my uneasiness in this little room beside my wife。 I sat down and screened away the light from my eyes with my hand。 。 。 。 There was a stillness。
〃How are you to blame？〃 my wife said after a long silence； looking at me with red eyes that gleamed with tears。 〃You are very well educated and very well bred； very honest； just； and high…principled； but in you the effect of all that is that wherever you go you bring suffocation； oppression； something insulting and humiliating to the utmost degree。 You have a straightforward way of looking at things； and so you hate the whole world。 You hate those who have faith； because faith is an expression of ignorance and lack of culture； and at the same time you hate those who have no faith for having no faith and no ideals； you hate old people for being conservative and behind the times； and young people for free…thinking。 The interests of the peasantry and of Russia are dear to you； and so you hate the peasants because you suspect every one of them of being a thief and a robber。 You hate every one。 You are just； and always take your stand on your legal rights； and so you are always at law with the peasants and your neighbours。 You have had twenty bushels of rye stolen； and your love of order has made you complain of the peasants to the Governor and all the local authorities； and to send a complaint of the local authorities to Petersburg。 Legal justice！〃 said my wife； and she laughed。 〃On the ground of your legal rights and in the interests of morality； you refuse to give me a passport。 Law and morality is such that a self…respecting healthy young woman has to spend her life in idleness； in depression； and in continual apprehension； and to receive in return board and lodging from a man she does not love。 You have a thorough knowledge of the law； you are very honest and just； you respect marriage and family life； and the effect of all that is that all your life you have not done one kind action； that every one hates you； that you are on bad terms with every one； and the seven years that you have been married you've only lived seven months with your wife。 You've had no wife and I've had no husband。 To live with a man like you is impossible； there is no way of doing it。 In the early years I was frightened with you； and now I am ashamed。 。 。 。 That's how my best years have been wasted。 When I fought with you I ruined my temper； grew shrewish； coarse； timid； mistrustful。 。 。 。 Oh； but what's the use of talking！ As though you wanted to understand！ Go upstairs； and God be with you！〃
My wife lay down on the couch and sank into thought。
〃And how splendid； how enviable life might have been！〃 she said softly； looking reflectively into the fire。 〃What a life it might have been！ There's no bringing it back now。〃
Any one who has lived in the country in winter and knows those long dreary； still evenings when even the dogs are too bored to bark and even the clo